Film Review: "Diana"

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Published on Friday, 08 November 2013 02:41

Written by Matt Oakes

"Diana"
Directed by Oliver Hirschbiegel
Starring Naomi Watts, Naveen Andrews, Douglas Hodge, Cas Anvar, Daniel Pirrie, Charles Edwards, Geraldine James
Biography, Drama, Romance
113 Mins
PG-13

A princess locked away in her castle has never been quite as dull as in Diana. Even her knight in shining armor is a touchy troglodyte, so petrified of being in the public eye that he'd sooner bury his passion under a callused doctoral turtle shell than mumble "I love you" one more time. Diana keeps telling us to root for this unlikely and spotted relationship and yet we see it clearly for how fickle and irrevocably broken it is, eviscerating all emotional attachment and leaving its audience with cold feet.

While Diana the woman was a visionary humanitarian, Diana the movie is blind to its own half-baked inconsequentiality - a relic of biography as bore that has no place in the rom-com market it nearly exists in. A shining example of the tail wagging the dog, Diana is tugged through the mud with its lackluster "universal love story" front and center, a mistakenly proud icon of this flunky biopic.

Rather than focusing on Princess Diana's chest of civil achievements, Oliver Hirschbiegel contends himself with this turkey of a love story. In doing so, he misses out on establishing historical interest and wholly makes us wonder why he choose to make a film about Diana at all since this lame love story could have belonged to pretty much anyone else.

Entirely uninterested in stirring the pot, Diana presents events that take place behind closed doors as fact and headlines as monuments to her character. With a narrative that's pierced by moments of tabloid iconography and held in place by the glue of hearsay, there's nothing to learn about Diana here apart from that one fated schoolgirl crush on an unlikable doctor.

As Diana, Naomi Watts is sadly unremarkable. Rather than a woman of action, she drifts like a puppy dog, hopping from cause to cause like they're islands in the tropics, never taking a moment for deeper self-reflection. While Watts assumes some of Diana's physical tendencies, there is little to award for her performance as Diana: The Princess of Tedium. Naveen Andrews is similarly disappointing, embodying a character who you never really like much less fall in love with. It's hard to tell though how much fault belongs at Andrews feet though as his character is unfitting of this love saga - his hardened, driven persona incongruous with the stuff of true love fables.

Worse than the parts of their two fruitless performances is its sum. Even Helen Keller, for all her blind and deaf wisdom, could sense that there is no great love here. In fact, there hardly seems to be any love at all. Chemistry between Andrews and Watts is mostly invisible and consistently as sultry as a wool blanket. Little more than a wet dream fantasy overcooked in an Easy Bake Oven of delusion, their relationship is borderline pathetic, much less inspiring.

Having based the entire film around this floundering relationship, Hirschbiegel has set it up for inevitable failure. In romance, there is joy, but there is no joy here. No, just a wandering stream of historical conscientiousness built on a creaky foundation of overwrought infatuation.

Most unforgivable of all is how long Diana seems to stretch on - it's an endless desert of enjoyment without any mirage of anything better to come. A mere ten minutes in, I was checking my watch. From there on out, it hardly improves.

The most harrowing aspects of Diana's life is surely found in her relationship with her celebrity but even that is treated with clumsy hands. For Diana, every outing is a exercise in dodging her inescapable fandom. The claustrophobia of the public forum - a space that's constantly transformed into the most intimate of photo shoots - is palpably noxious. But as she waffles between celebrity and infamy, her relationship with the press remains largely unchanged, as if no one thought to account for the impact of her shifting public persona.

For all the psychological trauma all these snapping cameras seem to cause Diana, little light is shed on her emotional burden. Rather, Hirschbiegel villainizes the press - here seen as an animalistic force operating solely under the "sharks to blood" mentality. Like a maiden set for sacrifice, Diana's destruction comes across as inevitable. As if her high horse was just waiting to buck her off while everyone snapped photos and passed judgement. But for all of the supposing about Diana's frail mental state, nothing ever sets. There's nothing definitive about Diana in Diana, a film that is definitively dull.

There must have been some attempt along the way to reciprocate Diana's perpetual boredom, a state brought upon by her princess locked away in a tower qualities, but boring your audience is something else entirely - something you steer clear of at all expenses. Closer in kind to a Hallmark movie than any biopic of substance, this torpid film gives ennui the royal treatment.

D-

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