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      Review 
      for the Week of 2/1 (Just a Bit Late): 
      
      
      
           Did you see what I saw? Yeah, isn’t that weird? It couldn’t be, could 
      it? 
      
      
           Girl with a Pearl Earring has just about everything going 
      against it as there is possible. It shouldn’t work—plain and simple—but it 
      does. There is a mesmerizing plot, even though nothing really happens in 
      it. We’re attached to the characters, despite the fact that we’ve been 
      introduced to them with hardly any background. I don’t know if this is a 
      failure on the part of director Peter Webber, or an extraordinary 
      achievement. However, the picture is a beautiful, moody piece, bursting 
      with elegance in every corner and crack of its contents. 
      
      
           The story tells us of Griet (Scarlett Johansson), a servant girl who 
      finds work in the house of painter Johannes Vermeer (Colin Firth). She 
      rarely sees Johannes at first, mostly because of the close watch his stern 
      and prim mother-in-law, Maria Thins (Judy Parfitt) has over the house. 
      But, Griet cleans his studio each day, never moving any of the contents in 
      it an inch, as instructed. Johansson glances around at his work, and we 
      read her expressions, captivated by Griet in the same way she is with the 
      work of Vermeer. 
      
      
           From the second she first steps into the presence of her gifted 
      employer, his relationship with her is constantly intriguing and 
      uncertain. He has a desire for Griet; is it love, inspiration, respect? 
      Johannes’ thoughts are made clearer as the picture comes to a close, but 
      the hypnotizing finale still leaves much to perpend, concluding in a 
      manner which allows the film to linger in viewers’ minds until they are 
      confident in their interpretation of it. 
      
      
           When the picture reaches its crescendo, Johannes paints a portrait of 
      Griet. It’s a poignant and wonderful moment of truth; one’s response to it 
      will solely depend on the way they relate to Griet and her surroundings in 
      the movie. 
      
      
           Webber allows Girl with a Pearl Earring to unfold 
      meditatively, utilizing a key sense of visual poetry, in order to 
      overshadow any murky and unsettling details regarding character’s 
      motivation. Even though I think the ambivalence of the plot would be just 
      fine if the story were told in a less flashy way, the methodic feel the 
      director utilizes makes audiences have a distinct mindset, which will 
      undeniably make them pay attention to detail. 
      
      
           The film plays out like true historical fiction should (emphasis on
      fiction). It was adapted by screenwriter Olivia Hetreed from Tracy 
      Chevalier’s novel, which was originally based upon the real Vermeer 
      painting, going after the same title as the movie. 
      
      
           The details about the life of the model in the painting are sketchy; 
      her relationship to the artist isn’t even known. Johansson, though, could 
      simply be a clone of her, transported forward in time. She’s not only 
      practically identical to Vermeer’s subject, but delivers the second best 
      female performance of 2003 (the best being her work in Lost in 
      Translation), as well. Even with literally no dialogue, Johansson 
      peers at the world in a way we can completely understand and relate to. 
      
      
           The earth that the characters in Girl with a Pearl Earring 
      inhabit has a surreal gloss to it. It’s certainly not a wonderful place to 
      be, in the least bit. But, considering my reaction to the film, I am 
      confident that most everyone else will be just as eager to be transported 
      into the setting as I was. This is a marvelous picture that does something 
      special: creates a story with little background, and leaves us captivated 
      by it. 
        
      
 
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