Director Mira Nair (
Monsoon Wedding) has made his story into a gorgeously vibrant film, all jewel-like colors and swirling fabrics. Witherspoon is, as ever, utterly delectable and so filled with spirit, fun, and charm that it is impossible not to root for her. Yet Witherspoon's success as Becky is in a way the movie's biggest weakness. Witherspoon takes on the movie the way Becky takes on the world, with oceans of sheer star quality to dazzle and beguile. But it throws the balance of the movie out of whack. Amelia, instead of counterpoint, just seems a droop by comparison, tiresome in her inability to see George's weakness or the way that his best friend loves her. Nair doesn't have the heart to let us dislike Becky, even when it would give the story more substance. So, instead of a thoughtful depiction of the strictures of society and the compromises made to adapt to or surmount them, all we get is something of a romp.
There's a lot to look at, though. Nair has grabbed onto the book's references to colonial India to provide an excuse for great swaths of sumptuous color and pageantry, even a Bollywood-style musical number. Even when the characters seem inconsistent and the direction of the story seems to falter, there is so much to see that even at two and a half hours, it is a splendid thing to see.