The Book Thief
Director: Brian Percival
Writers: Michael Petroni (Screenplay), Marcus Zusak (Novel)
Lead Cast: Sophie
Nélisse, Geoffrey Rush, Emily Watson, Nico Liersch, Ben Schnetzur
Running Time: 131 Minutes
BBFC Rating: 12A
With each passing awards season
bringing us new treasures from some of the finest writers, directors
and performers working today, it's easy to forget that they're always
accompanied by a B-List of films, trying so hard to grab some gold
that they feel more like glorified show reels than actual narrative
pieces. But with The Railway Man, Out Of The Furnace and The
Monuments Men having already quietly appeared and just as quietly
disappeared from our cinema screens with little more than a
collective shrug, the time has finally come for The Book Thief to
take its walk of shame. With slumped shoulders and noticeably
nomination-light hands (it's only up for Best Original Score at the
Academy Awards, and even that's probably thanks to voters ticking any
submission that has John Williams' name next to it), it feels as if
the massively popular book probably deserves a more artistically
driven adaptation than this.
The Book Thief centres on Leisel
Meminger, a young German girl who is handed over to her new foster
parents (played by Geoffrey Rush and Emily Watson) when her communist mother is
forced to flee Nazi Germany.
Just as she settles into her new life of being taught how to read by
her wacky foster father and how to shut up by her new angry foster mother, a young Jewish man turns up on their doorstep redeeming an
old family favour for a place to hide. From here, 'trailer-quote' filled friendships are formed and yes, books are thieved.
Allow me to hit the brakes a little on
all my cynicism for a moment though, because underneath all its
empty caricatures and schmaltzy dialogue, there are some faint signs
of promise. Despite their limited and shallow roles, Emily Watson and
Geoffrey Rush are both wonderful. While it should come as no
surprise, considering that they seem ever incapable of delivering a bad
performance, they both bring a certain charm and class that the film
would suffer far more without. Similarly, Sophie Nélisse manages the hugely impressive challenge of carrying the film with a natural sincerity and innocence that is rarely found in child actors. This is still one of her very first projects, and I genuinely hope that the quality of the rest of the film doesn't impact on her career, because based off of this work she really deserves to move onto bigger and better things.
Even aside from the performances, the film shows some very occasional signs of promise of its own. An early scene in which a whole class full of children proudly sing the pro-Nazi songs they've been taught to believe in feels truly haunting. It's a tone which could have improved the film tenfold, if only it had been sustained. But moments as brief as that and three good performances aren't enough to save the film from its far longer list of flaws and questionable Hollywood compromises, chief among them is an unjustifiably bloated running time of 131 minutes. It's understandable that a book as popular as this is difficult to cut down without the risk of irritating its already huge existing fan base, there were whole chunks of the film that felt completely unnecessary. Even without having read the original source, it was easy to see which parts might have developed further and been resolved more satisfyingly in its original long form.
A similar issue is how it tackles the language barrier of making a film about Nazi Germany, starring only German characters, and marketing it at a mainstream audience. For the first few minutes, all of the characters speak in German with subtitles appearing along the bottom. But once the prologue is out of the way and we are presumed to have understood they're not just Americans with funny accents, everyone starts speaking English with variably dodgy German accents laid over the top. This might not have been so much of a problem if they didn't still insist on having basic words such as 'Hello' and 'Thank You' spoken in German, often mid-sentence. It's a weak compromise of a move that feels confusing at best and patronising at worst, as you increasingly begin to wish that the film-makers had just gone for one of the two options and stuck to it properly.
The biggest shame about The Book Thief though is that, despite all these issues, it's not at all a 'bad' film. It constantly feels like it's that little bit off the mark, and if they just made a couple of slightly braver decisions or maybe given the script one last rewrite, it could have really achieved something impressive. But as it is now, it's a bland, middle of the road and incredibly forgettable slice of cinema. When we look back in 30 years on the golden crop of films we've been gifted with this season – 12 Years A Slave, Gravity, Her, Inside Llewyn Davis, The Wolf Of Wall Street – I can guarantee you now this won't even be considered as an afterthought. The Book Thief it may be, but The Awards Thief it most certainly isn't.
Even aside from the performances, the film shows some very occasional signs of promise of its own. An early scene in which a whole class full of children proudly sing the pro-Nazi songs they've been taught to believe in feels truly haunting. It's a tone which could have improved the film tenfold, if only it had been sustained. But moments as brief as that and three good performances aren't enough to save the film from its far longer list of flaws and questionable Hollywood compromises, chief among them is an unjustifiably bloated running time of 131 minutes. It's understandable that a book as popular as this is difficult to cut down without the risk of irritating its already huge existing fan base, there were whole chunks of the film that felt completely unnecessary. Even without having read the original source, it was easy to see which parts might have developed further and been resolved more satisfyingly in its original long form.
A similar issue is how it tackles the language barrier of making a film about Nazi Germany, starring only German characters, and marketing it at a mainstream audience. For the first few minutes, all of the characters speak in German with subtitles appearing along the bottom. But once the prologue is out of the way and we are presumed to have understood they're not just Americans with funny accents, everyone starts speaking English with variably dodgy German accents laid over the top. This might not have been so much of a problem if they didn't still insist on having basic words such as 'Hello' and 'Thank You' spoken in German, often mid-sentence. It's a weak compromise of a move that feels confusing at best and patronising at worst, as you increasingly begin to wish that the film-makers had just gone for one of the two options and stuck to it properly.
The biggest shame about The Book Thief though is that, despite all these issues, it's not at all a 'bad' film. It constantly feels like it's that little bit off the mark, and if they just made a couple of slightly braver decisions or maybe given the script one last rewrite, it could have really achieved something impressive. But as it is now, it's a bland, middle of the road and incredibly forgettable slice of cinema. When we look back in 30 years on the golden crop of films we've been gifted with this season – 12 Years A Slave, Gravity, Her, Inside Llewyn Davis, The Wolf Of Wall Street – I can guarantee you now this won't even be considered as an afterthought. The Book Thief it may be, but The Awards Thief it most certainly isn't.
The Final Verdict:
The Book Thief is probably the most
pleasant film set in Nazi Germany you'll ever see, and that's not
really a good thing. If you're interested in the story, the book will leave you with far more than this. If you're just after
something for a trip to the cinema, there are still far better films
than this hanging about from earlier in the year. Even if you've seen them already, see them again. There's nothing to be gained here.
(But if you do still see it, look out for some painfully obvious and shameful product placement in its final emotional climax. It is genuinely awful.)



