The film provides a canvas for understanding this mysterious but endlessly fascinating woman thanks to some captivating performances. Mackey’s Yorkshire accent may be uneven, but the rest of her Emily Brontë never rings false. It’s an often raw and endlessly appealing portrayal that impressively handles the close-ups that dominate her screen-time, and as a character more often in observation than conversation, she deftly delivers Emily’s internal thoughts without betraying her reserved nature. Oliver Jackson-Cohen matches her perfectly, giving perhaps the best performance in the film and capturing the attractive torment of the Byronic hero as he serves as a stand-in for Heathcliffe. Like Mackey, he is adept at conveying William Weightman’s emotions wordlessly. His unfalteringly performance makes up for some inconsistent characterisation in the script, particularly when his religious objections to the affair appear suddenly and disappear just as quick.
The supporting cast admirably assist the leads, with Fionn Whitehead standing out in a delicately balanced performance between charming confidante and abusive rake as the lone Brontë brother. O’Connor makes this the primary sibling relationship, perhaps in an attempt to make this a film about Emily apart from the normally unitised Brontë sisters, evoking wider feminist commentary on the wasted opportunities of a reckless man that were not afforded to his ingenious sisters. However, this does leave Anne and Charlotte rather short-changed by the film, causing a slightly awkward transition into a Charlotte-centric narrative upon Emily’s death. Nevertheless, the film does manage to achieve its goal in this choice – effectively conveying Emily Brontë’s literary legacy as she inspires her sister in the closing moments of the film, just as she inspired countless more.
These great performances are greatly assisted by the stunning cinematography of the Yorkshire landscape, which is as much a character in Emily as it was in the Brontës’ own work. The abundance of scenes out on the open moors are given the dynamic bright lighting or the dramatic spectacle of pouring rain, that is generally absent in the dull, indoor scenes, showcasing where Emily’s true heart lied. Similarly, the sound design provides insight into Emily as we hear non-diegetic sounds of rain, waves, soldiers that show moments of inspiration and creativity for our heroine, whilst avoiding the pitfall of watching Mackey write for the two-hour runtime. However, these elements are underused, as are the more gothic sequences in the film, like the aforementioned mask scene, where O’Connor seems to be reaching for something more interesting and avant-garde, but falls short at embracing it entirely or perfectly conjoining it into the more pedestrian biopic she has otherwise constructed.
Still, Emily is an impressive debut for O’Connor who proves to be a more than competent writer-director. It contains evolutionary, if not revolutionary, performances for both Mackey and Jackson-Cohen. The film largely succeeds at its fundamental objective of portraying the emotional truth of one of our greatest women writers, without getting bogged down in historical accuracy. It’s well worth a watch. (Niamh Kelliher)
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