Little more than a teen-targeted public service announcement
for both avoiding relationships with mature men and staying in school, An Education plays like something fit
for a high school heath education class. In 1960s England, 16-year-old Jenny (Carey
Mulligan) spends her days and nights following demanding daddy’s (Alfred
Molina) orders to keep grades up in order to get into Oxford. Those plans go
awry, however, when she meets David (Peter Sarsgaard), a dashing, sophisticated
older chap who goes about wooing the girl – taking her on dates, introducing
her to his jet-setting friends (Dominic Cooper and Rosamund Pike) – despite the
fact that their age difference makes him, for all intents and purposes, a
borderline-pervert. Jenny is so taken with David that she soon begins neglecting
schoolwork and condescendingly blowing off her concerned teacher (Olivia
Williams) and school headmistress (Emma Thompson). It’s an about-face that director
Lone Scherfig (working from Nick Hornby’s adaptation of Lynn Barber’s memoir) casts
in a positive light at least in part by depicting the former as a dowdy spinster
and the latter as a curt anti-Semite. An
Education revels in Jenny’s young love not because it truly approves of it
but so that the predictable third act script-flipping – in which David turns
out to be far from Prince Charming – can come as a great big preachy shock. Scherfig’s
direction is silky but her material telegraphs early on its underlying function
as a simplistic, pedantic cautionary tale. And though Mulligan ably expresses Jenny’s
initial bliss and ultimate heartbreak, her performance is consistently more
sturdy than surprising. All the while, a dimly grinning Sarsgaard proves
infinitely less charming and irresistible than his character is supposed to be,
and Molina chews scenery so ferociously that his scenes take on an unintended
air of a made-for-TV movie.
You pretty much stole the words right out of my mouth. (Or off my page or whatever.) So Molina's status-obsessed patriarch is RIGHT? Academia IS the one and only path to a life well lived?
One thing you declined to mention: how weirdly sexless their entire relationship is portrayed. I understand Jenny not getting the hots for David-- she's more interested in him as a gateway to a different life-- but Sarsgaard scarcely transmits one iota of real desire for the young girl. This feels less a product of character motivation, and more an outgrowth of the detrimental politeness of the filmmaking. (Scherfig yada yadas right past the one and only sex scene!)
Any way you come at, a crock of shit. Expertly eviscerated, sir.
Posted by: A.A. Dowd | October 28, 2009 at 10:06 AM
You articulated my thoughts/emotions exactly! FINALLY, a review that has not been tainted by hype.
Posted by: Kiran | December 28, 2009 at 08:58 PM
Just the review I've been searching for, perhaps its because I'm not a pre-pubesent teen that I'm not in love with this film but I find this completely dross.
Too much hype.
Hornby, you have really fallen in my estimations.
Posted by: Dale Davies | February 28, 2010 at 05:02 AM