Decades later, Michael (now played by Ralph Fiennes) re-establishes contact with Hanna in prison. As he struggles with a failed marriage, he sorts through the ramifications of his earlier relationship with Hanna. (We learn only then that he was 15 when he slept with Hanna.)
The Reader may be a well-regarded novel, but this film adaptation is exploitative and ineffective in making the emotional connections between Hanna and the act of reading, and being read to. The film spends too much time on Michael’s bewildered but excited perspective as he lives out a sexual fantasy. Its focus on sexual intimacy between a teenager and a much older woman is made without apology, although the older Michael hints that the lack of openness that strains his adult relationships may be traced back to his relationship with Hanna.
Fiennes takes pains to show us his conflicted soul, but scenes of him reading into a microphone are forced and rather embarrassing for the distinguished actor. Winslet is appropriately cold as Hanna, but the actress’ tendency to take her clothes off in role after role is a more interesting psychological question than anything about her character here.
The film is also visually quite dull. The camera rarely moves, nor does the drama build to a satisfying finish. Ideas of atonement are addressed briefly toward the end of the film, but the atonement is for complicity in war crimes and has little to do with the central relationship between Hanna and Michael. The idea of absolution is briefly given lip service and literacy is promoted, but the end result is unsatisfactory.
It’s nothing that a good book couldn’t cure.
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