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Vera Drake
cast: Imelda Staunton, Richard Graham, Eddie Marsan, Anna Keaveney, and Lesley Manville
writer and director: Mike Leigh
120 minutes (12) 2003
widescreen ratio 16:9
Momentum DVD Region 2 retail
[released 24 April]
RATING:
9/10
reviewed by Natalie Reitano
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"Tonight, or maybe tomorrow, you'll feel a pain down there," the title character
of Mike Leigh's Vera Drake informs a young woman holding a towel between her legs.
"Then it'll all come away, dear, and you'll be right as rain." Vera (Imelda
Staunton), a kindly and petite middle-aged wife and mother, has just pumped a toxic
solution into the woman's womb with a syringe. Her ministrations are practiced, gentle,
and even tidy; she has been helping girls in trouble for longer than she can recall.
But this is a Mike Leigh film, and so we know immediately that we've entered a world
where nothing 'comes away' easily, unless it's the fragile order people have tried to
make of their lives.
Vera hums pleasantly as she passes through the brownish light of London's postwar working-class
lanes and alleys on her secretive visits to women who want to get out of the family way.
But while abortion is as controversial today as it was categorically criminal in 1950,
the film's quiet power arises from its refusal to limit its scope to the particular moral
or legal problems surrounding abortion. Rather, it is the ways in which we try to sort
out the unforeseen and unintended consequences of choices we've made, according to needs
and desires we do not fully understand, that Vera Drake is concerned to consider.
Vera moves easily between the wealthy houses where she works as a domestic, the lonely
flats of desperate women, and the cosy, respectable flat she shares with her husband
and two grown children. If her actions, when revealed, shock her family and friends,
we cannot say we've seen two sides of Vera Drake. In each circumstance, whether polishing
a well-appointed drawing room, arranging her daughter's romantic happiness, or taking
another 'appointment' from a hard-bitten procurer (Ruth Sheen) while sipping tea, it
is always the same softly rounded face and ingenuous smile that the camera lingers on.
Boiling water, too, makes a repeated appearance throughout the film, but it gathers
different associations in new contexts. Vera is forever recommending a 'cuppa' for
each grief she runs up against, large or small, but she also puts the kettle on to
make the solution to bring about miscarriages. The audience picks up on these permutations
from scene to scene, but they're easily forgotten, absorbed in the rhythm of Vera's
everyday life. More striking is the juxtaposition of two scenes. Vera has just left a
particularly abject young black woman (referred to as a 'darkie' in the insular, 1950s
parlance of the movie), and for the first time a brief and pained doubt twitches across
her face before she advises a "nice, hot cup of tea." The film cuts immediately
to Vera and her husband in a cinema, laughing at a comedy. Again, though, this contrast
- so often and so easily arranged by heavy-handed movies seeking to orient the audience's
moral compass - does not make us suddenly doubt Vera's good nature and intentions. It
is shocking less for what it reveals than for trying to make us own up to what we already
know: that the suffering Vera has just witnessed does not square with the daily distractions
we hope will deliver us from pain for good. When almost the same juxtaposition occurs
again, it makes little or no impact. Like Vera, we've become habituated to her way of
doing things, and it is not until something goes unexpectedly wrong that she or we question
her actions.
The film doesn't judge Vera (although in its sympathetic portrayal of abortion its politics
are fairly clear) and neither will most audiences, politics aside. When Vera must answer
to the law, she breaks down in an unbearably moving and unbearably long fit of tongue-tied
grief. At first she is horrified that she has done someone harm rather than the good she
intended, but laid over this is fear and shame. In a review in The New Yorker,
David Denby suggests Vera's inability to justify her actions stems from the era's chokehold
on working-class morality: she is unable to champion her political position. But the
illegality of Vera's services, a matter of historical bad luck (she is accused 17 years
before abortion was legalised in Britain), is ultimately less compelling than her inability
to answer to herself. She repeatedly says she just wants to 'help out' girls in trouble
who have no one else to turn to, and we believe her. What is less clear is why she has
chosen this particular form of help, one that she has concealed not only from the law
but also from the people who love her most.
Leigh has delivered his familiar spectrum of characters in Vera Drake, but they
are arrayed more closely together. In his early, unsparing films, Leigh flayed upper-class
brutality and bourgeois complacency; he has almost always portrayed working-class people
in more human terms; which means they too have their flaws, including, often enough,
brutality and complacency. In Vera Drake, the upper-class characters, one of which
seeks an abortion in a clinic, are too remote to incur our wrath; Vera's shallow,
status-aspiring sister-in-law is also not permitted to cast too toxic a pall over the
main characters. Polarity is minimised here, and so the common character of Vera's
predicament and the ambiguity of her response to it is emphasised. Although issues of
class difference still lurk behind the action, Vera is not a victim of class disparity
or of anyone's particular malevolence.
When Vera is taken in for questioning, the arresting officer, sympathetic to Vera but
stringent in his duties, suggests she may have once been in the situation of the pregnant
girls herself. Vera tries to speak but succumbs to convulsive sobbing. At a question-and-answer
session at the New York Film Festival on 8th October 2004, an audience member asked Leigh
and his panel "what Vera was thinking?" when the police officer questions her
and when she stands in a pained stupor during her court proceedings. Leigh asked what
the audience member imagined Vera was thinking and feeling, and after hearing the reply,
said affably, "Well, there you are. Now don't ask any more unnecessary questions."
Leigh's point here as an artist and a director is indisputable, but in real life, and
in Vera's case, something particular compels and constrains her, which she cannot name
and probably cannot know. The power of the film resides in this ineffability. As with
a Lars von Trier character or of the title character in Michael Haneke's
The Piano Teacher,
the source of Vera's actions lies outside the film, but it is not mythic, single-minded,
or unnatural. Her reasons are life-size, even admirable, yet nevertheless they evade
her.
Something of this inability to face anything squarely is evident when, after Vera's
future son-in-law describes his mother's death during the Blitzkrieg, everyone in the
room is silent - until the offer of a cup of tea changes the subject. Likewise, Vera
is vague when her patients want to know what will happen to their bodies: a miscarriage
is euphemised as 'everything coming away'. Following Denby's point, Vera may very well
be unable to articulate her resistance to the law, but there is too little evidence
of a political or indeed any systematic reasoning behind her actions to pitch the film
in exclusively political terms. Perhaps the most poignant and unsettling moments in
the film are when Vera is asked to produce the tools of her trade as evidence. She first
takes out a cloth bag from the recesses of a closet, then lays it on her bed, frightened
and embarrassed. Later, when the bag's contents are laid out as numbered exhibits at
her trial, she looks at them with horror, not because they did evil - she is heroically
steadfast to the end in insisting she only wished to help - but because in their sudden
exposure they are unfamiliar. Vera Drake seems to suggest, as Shakespeare wrote,
we know what we are, but not what we may be.
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