‘Alias Grace’is solid and well-made piece for TV
Margaret Atwood’s books have been catnip for TV producers in 2017. First there was the sublime Handmaid’s Tale on Hulu, then Wandering Wenda on CBC, and now Sarah Polley’s small screen adaptation of Alias Grace for Netflix, directed by Mary Harron.
We’re in dense, complex territory with this one. Alias Grace is one of those multi-layered, deeply textured stories that keep English professors in business.
There’s symbolism aplenty, psychological game playing, shaggy dog stories, and a couple of contested Murders Most Horrid on which a lecturer can chew semester after semester.
And that’s before we get onto the main narrator, the eponymous Grace Marks, who is about as reliable as a 4G phone signal in rural Ireland (which also happens to be where her life started). Not that she had a smartphone — we’re in mid19th Century here. The set-up is as clear as her story is opaque.
We meet Grace in her early thirties. For the past 15 years she has been an inmate at a penitentiary in Canada having been found guilty of taking part in a double killing. She is a “celebrated murderess”, which she considers a notch up from being simply a celebrated murderer.
The vibe is gothic psychodrama — think Twin Peaks meets Jane Eyre. Grace tells us her tale through a series of fireside chats she has with Dr Simon Jordan.
He is a young, earnest psychiatrist hired by the local worthies (led by Reverend Verringer, played by a mutton-chopped David Cronenberg) to produce a favourable assessment of Grace’s mental state so she can be pardoned and set free.
He is a decent man (up to a point), but boring. He is played with great restraint by Edward Holcroft who succeeds in communicating Jordan’s intensity and professionalism in a performance so dialled down you fear he might nod off between sentences.
Not so the inscrutable Grace, played with assurance as both a naïve teenager and marked woman by Sarah Gadon.
She has the focus of a look-out on a street corner, playing mind games with her inquisitor whom she effortlessly wraps around her fingers like the thread she uses to endlessly stitch together quilts. To be honest, she does bang on a bit, but then who can blame her when the alternative is a beating at the hands of the brutal prison guards who “take pleasure in the distress of a fellow mortal”.
And so, over the course of six slow-burn episodes, we hear how a quiet Irish girl found herself locked up behind bars in a brutal prison in Canada. Predatory men play a part, which is very topical of course, but only because some things never change.
Alias Grace is a solid, wellmade piece of television that doesn’t hide its intelligence under a bonnet, as costume dramas can do. Nor does it attempt to keep your attention with soap opera style cliff-hangers. It is better than that.
But is it better than simply reading the book? I’m not so sure.
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