W.E. or Wallace and Edward or Woefully Excruciating, What Ever, Without
Evidence, Worse than Empty, Withering Exacerbation or Wasteful and Erroneous is a film by Madonna that desperately seeks
parallels between a modern day love story and that of Wallis Simpson and King
Edward VIII. It’s rubbish, like really rubbish.
In 1998 a lonely wife called Wally (seriously, Wally) (Abbie
Cornish) is obsessing over the life of Wallis Simpson (Andrea Riseborough) the
woman behind the sensation of the century who met, fell in love with and
married King Edward VIII of England. Simpson was not only a colonial commoner
but was also twice divorced and it was inconceivable that a woman of her
standing could marry a Royal let alone the man that would become King. This film
tracks Wallis and Edwards’s love affair and the controversy it created while
drawing comparisons to a modern day tale of love, suffering and redemption. And
did I mention it’s rubbish?
Of the many, many problems with this film, the most constant
source of frustration and anger for me was the way in which it was filmed. It
flip-flopped between a traditional period drama type of shoot with wide angles,
occasional close-ups and slow pans and something which was as out of place as a
pubic hair in a trifle. Every minute or two and for the entire film the
cinematography would change to a sort of faux documentary style similar to the
sort of thing you’d find on MTV’s Punk’d. The screen would go grainy and have a
sort of sepia tone while zooming in and out quickly while darting around. It
was like a Jason Bourne documentary starring Ashton Kutcher only looking at
people pouring tea and discussing a constitutional crisis. It was so out of
place that I shouted at my TV every time I saw it. I have to ask if Madonna had
ever seen a film before making W.E.
or if she maybe fell asleep watching a period drama and woke up after someone had
turned over to MTV and thought “Oooh, clever”. It isn’t. It looks ridiculous.
Moving on. The story is poorer than the stereotypical Welsh
peasants the film depicts. These characters by the way are so poor that no one
in the village was able to wash their face before meeting the King. Come on!
One of the things that Wallis and Edward are most famous for is their Nazi
sympathising. This is well documented with evidence and period testimony. But
hang on, W.E. says that they weren’t.
The evidence it offers is well, it is mentioned once that they aren’t. End of
story. Closed case. We are also meant to feel sorry for Wallis because people
don’t like her. She was able to marry the man she loved, wanted for nothing and
had jewellery seeping out of her pores but some people didn’t like her so let’s
feel sorry for her. No. In the modern story we are meant to feel for Wally and
occasionally you do. Her husband is inattentive and abusive. Maybe she should
leave him then. She keeps banging on about how he doesn’t let her work so she
has to fill her days wandering around their mansion and visiting auctions where
she buys $10,000 gloves once worn by Wallis Simpson. Poor girl.
Wally can’t leave her husband though because they are trying
for a baby, except they’re not because he’s gay. One day she meets a handsome
Russian security guard (Oscar Isaac) who despite being a security guard is also
an intellectual who plays virtuoso piano and lives in a huge Brooklyn
loft. Maybe he might be the man she should really
be with? I could go on for pages about the problems with the plot but to save
time some other ridiculous things include a scene in which the Russian guy
opens and spills champagne all over incredibly valuable items at Sotheby’s
before letting Wally try on priceless jewellery, an auction scene which is more
reminiscent of a rave, a shameful attempt to create a parallel between Wallis
Simpson and Dodi Al Fayed, a scene in Brookyn which features every conceivable
Brooklyn cliché and an awful characterisation of Elisabeth Windsor (The Queen’s
mother) as a woman who is out only for herself and in charge of her bumbling
fool of a husband, the future King George VI. The film is unbelievably poorly
researched and full of completely made up ideas and unrealistic scenes but the
worst scene of all left me so stunned I couldn’t speak.
The scene in question takes place when Wallis, Edward and
various hangers on are watching a Charlie Chaplin film. No one was enjoying the
film so to spice the evening up the King decides to spike everyone’s drinks.
I’ll say that again. The King decides to spike everyone’s drinks. Now
everyone is laughing and having a whale of a time so Edward suggests that
Wallis does “that dance I like”. Wallis gets up and performs a raunchy dance to
a song. That song is The Sex Pistols Pretty
Vacant. I have never before heard such an ill-judged song used in a film.
It doesn’t fit in any way, shape or form and is not only out of place in the
scene but also in the film as a whole with otherwise makes use of a traditional
score. I simply don’t know what Madonna was thinking. Andrea Riseborough
hitching up her skirts to perform what is essentially a 1930s lap dance while
Chaplin flickers behind her and The Sex Pistols are blaring is probably the
most vapid, preposterous and tasteless scene in film making history.
The Direction and plot aside and the acting is the only
thing that saves W.E. from being the
worst film I’ve ever seen. Andrea Riseborough is actually very impressive as
Simpson and does her best with terrible dialogue and clunky scenes. Her mid
Atlantic accent is perfect and she does what she can with a character that the
Director forces you to feel for. Abbie Cornish is also fine but unremarkable.
Unfortunately she now has the misfortune of appearing in two of my least
favourite films of all time, this and SuckerPunch. James D’arcy is also fine as Edward. He is dashing and straight
talking but like a real King, has little to do. Oscar Isaac likewise is fine
but just has to stand around and occasionally play the piano or damage
priceless Royal artefacts. Finally Richard Coyle is good as the abusive,
alcoholic, in the closet, Welsh psychiatrist.
I never had anything against Madonna. I have little opinion
on her music and despite tabloid stories about her collecting of African
children as though they were Pokémon, I don’t really care. Now however I
actively dislike her. I want to fit her with a small electronic device which
will give her an electric shock whenever she goes near a script or camera in
the hope that via Pavlovian conditioning we may be able to stop her making a
film again. W.E. is a total
abomination which unsurprisingly made only $500,000 at the worldwide box office.
It is unrealistic, plays with the truth, painful to watch, badly directed and
scripted and full of tenuous parallels. It is so bad that I want to buy a new
television so I never have to stare into the same screen that shined the
particles of light that formed W.E.
ever again.
1/10
GFR 5/10
You may have noticed that instead of the usual stills of the film I've used pictures of kittens in jumpers. I don't want you to have to see what I have seen. It's too awful.
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