Deborah Ross

Close encounter | 27 September 2018

Close's transfixing central performance deepens a shallow film

issue 29 September 2018

The Wife is an adaptation of the Meg Wolitzer novel (2003) and stars Glenn Close. Her performance is better than the film, but it’s such a magnificent performance that it more than carries the day. She is stunning. Close plays Joan Castleman, wife of Joe Castleman (Jonathan Pryce), a literary giant who has always been lionised, and for reasons we’ll discover she is simmering with rage. We’ve seen Close do rage before, but this time the rage is multilayered, nuanced, subtly restrained. No bunnies are boiled, in other words, although having said that, if I were Joan, I’d have boiled Joe’s bunny and whatever else was to hand, like his head. But that could just be me.

Adapted by Jane Anderson and directed by Bjorn Runge, the film is set in 1993, and opens with the news that Joe has just been awarded the Nobel Prize.

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