World’s Greatest Love Story?

Stefania Ciocia writes on 'Little Women' on the Big Screen Part 2

There are two major, significant tweaks in Gillian Armstrongs 1994 film version of Little Women: the narrative becomes Jos from the get-go in Winona Ryders voiceover, while the autobiographical inspiration behind the novel is unpacked from the fictional material. Both decisions deliberately conflate Jo March with her author in a script that includes details of Louisa May Alcotts life left out of the original story. According to Hollinger and Winterhalter, screenwriter Robin Swicord render[s] not so much Alcotts novel as a contemporary [feminist] myth of that novel.[1] I can see why the two scholars think so, but I dont entirely agree. In fact, in many ways this is quite a conservative film.

For example, the girls agency is nicely highlighted when as in the 1949 version they decide themselves to give their Christmas breakfast to the Hummels, instead of being nudged to make the charitable gesture by Marmee. At the same time, though, the sisters display an early concern for romance that was absent, or merely hinted at, in the previous two films. Kirsten Dunsts Amy the best Amy yet: right age, right temper tantrums is hardly off the narrative starting blocks when she makes her bold assertion that she doesnt intend to marry a poor man, while Meg (Trini Alvarado) fears that shell never have a suitor after Jo burns a lock of her hair.

Conversely, a feminist charge is injected in the script by exchanges that would never have found a place in the original. Marmee (Susan Sarandon) embarrasses Meg with her mention of corsets in front of a straitlaced Mr. Brooke (Eric Stolz), whose pious hunch that the girls will have a refining influence on Laurie is being dismantled, as he speaks, by the three younger sisters scrapes with his charge. John Brooke is a figure of fun in several of his assertions: my favourite is not his highly observant understatement that the young ladies are unusually active, but his later comment to Laurie that over the mystery of female life there is drawn a veil best left undisturbed. Young Laurie had better look up to a different tutor for his sentimental education.

Further nefarious effects of corsets and other feminine paraphernalia are illustrated in Sallie Moffats coming out party, where Meg acquiesces to getting dolled up in spite of her better knowledge of the politics of cotton and of silk. It is here that we learn that Mr. March a thinly disguised Bronson Alcott objects to his family wearing certain fabrics because their production relies on the exploitation of slaves. The same scene shoehorns another piece of information about the real-life Mr. Alcott: a progressive educator, he did take on an African American pupil, and was eventually forced to close his school because of his unorthodox pedagogical methods.

Needless to say, Mr. March is a more enlightened teacher than Young ladies, my eye is upon you! Mr. Davis who, in the aftermath of Amys lime-gate, is reported to have remarked: its as useful to educate a woman as to educate a female cat. Definitely no apples for Mr. Davis, whose gender bias extends to human beings and felines alike.[2] Equally unsubtle is Marmees response to the news that Sallys party has set in motion a flurry of gossip about Meg and Laurie: Nothing provokes more speculation than a woman enjoying herself. Its a good line, but not entirely convincing, unless Marmee is Susan Sarandon though I still reckon this kind of in-your-face retort belongs more to Thelma and Louise than to Little Women.

Its funny how I dont feel the same regarding Jos virulent anger at the spiteful burning of her manuscript, an episode excised in the previous two film versions since they simply dont have the heart to show this appalling low-point in Amys characterization.[3] The worst that Alcotts Jo can do is cry in a passion of grief and anger,  You wicked, wicked girl! I can never write it again, and Ill never forgive you as long as I live’”. Winona Ryder is given stronger material to work with, ranging from Im going to kill you to I hate you, Youre dead, Youre nothing and I never want to see you again. We can all agree that this is a more likely response, teenage sister to tweenage monster.

This good, angry work is undone, sadly, in the resolution of the conflict after Amys skating incident. Once Amy is fished out of the icy water and tucked under a mountain of blankets in bed, the girls all huddle around her. Sisterly love rules once more but, and this is what sticks in my throat, Amy is shown to be helping Jo reconstruct her novel. Its a failure of nerve in a bold, gutsy take on this pivotal episode, whose own restoration to the economy of the story had been long overdue.[4] The script gives with one hand and takes away with the other, minimizing and trivializing Jos loss, and the ensuing outburst of righteous rage with it.

Paradoxically the real triumph of this film is its eye-opening representation of Laurie: Christian Bales fresh-faced boyishness is lit up by his interactions with the neighbouring girls, and by his conspiratorial camaraderie with Jo in particular. If anything, their easy companionship and lets be honest the fact that Bale is ridiculously handsome make it quite hard to believe that Jo, or any of her sisters, would not have a crush on him. But Bales youthful charm, with hints of privileged self-entitlement and laziness, is the least interesting part of his story. What the film shows us is that Laurie is a prisoner to societal expectations of his gender and class, just as Jo and the girls are confined by traditional notions of femininity and by their relative poverty.

Laurie is in a cage of his own: a gilded one, for sure, but still a cage. He would like to pursue his music, but is not allowed to, and must devote himself to more serious activities. His conversation with Jo about whether he has packed his Dickens to take with him to Harvard works both ways: while Jo regrets her lack of opportunities, and expresses her wish for expanded intellectual horizons, its obvious that Laurie would be equally happy to trade places with her. College is not an enticing prospect for an aspiring musician. Lauries thwarted artistic ambitions will be center stage again later in a frank, and deliberately brutal, conversation with Amy (Samantha Mathis) about the mediocrity of their respective talent. This happens at a time when the youngest of the March sisters is finally in a position to cultivate her skills as a painter.

By then Amy and Laurie are both in Europe: she as a companion to Aunt March, and he on a mission to recover from Jos refusal to marry him. The fact that Amy is on the brink of capitulating to Fred Vaughans attentions and settle for a convenient match, baits this decadent, cynical, heartbroken Laurie his dandification semaphored by a foppish goatee. Lauries and Amys relationship is the one that needs to be smoothed over in this version of the novel, in spite of having been clunkily telegraphed much earlier on. When Beth had got ill with scarlet fever, little Amy had to be quarantined at Aunt Marchs, and it had fallen to the ever-attentive Laurie to take her there in his carriage. This carriage scene had me groan in despair: Amys maudlin musings about her own mortality boil down to the wish not to die before she has been kissed, a sad eventuality which Laurie promises to dispel. Hell be there to kiss her, should the need arise. The foreshadowing of their future relationship feels like an insult to the viewers intelligence, and ratches up the sentimental rating of this adaptation to dangerous levels.

Heres the thing, and my main reservation about this film: while posters for the 1949 version had the baffling strapline Worlds Greatest Love Story!, it is in this allegedly liberated adaptation of Little Women that romance plots of various guises dominate the story with dubious facility. Meg and John fall in love practically at first sight, and dont need Aunt Marchs opposition as a catalyst for their union. Worse still in fact, the ultimate treachery Jo and Professor Bhaers courtship is much more explicit than in the novel.

Apart from the melodramatic detour necessitated by Beths death (played by a luminous Claire Danes), the second half of this film which would have fitted the title of Good (Husbands and) Wives is to all intents and purposes a will they / wont they? narrative about the two remaining couples. But, wait: in the case of Jo and Professor Bhaer (a very un-bear-like Gabriel Byrne, whose maturity and sophistication are no match for the Laurence boy), its a case of will they / wont they again, since their romance is already in full swing in New York City.

These details have pushed me the closest I have come to walking away from any of these films: Jo and Professor Bhaers kiss at the opera (anathema!) and their domestic arrangements at the boarding house, where Friederich lovingly brings Jo morsels of food so that she can carry on writing uninterrupted. [5] Its not that I object to a kind man being solicitous to his young lover. Its where (and how) this support happens in the story. It is premature. Besides, I cannot help but read Bhaers offer of an orange to Jo as a metaphor for his desire that she should change her literary tastes: from the crunchy, seductive, passionate apples and thrillers to the more wholesome, one-of-your-five-a-day Vitamin-C-packed sentimental stories in which she granted does find her true voice.

In this whole sorry mess of self-improvement, what does work is the emphasis on the similarities between Laurie and Jo. They both need to prove themselves worthy of their partners, the now mature-beyond-her-years Amy, and the older mentor-like Professor. And, interestingly, they both need to shed a veneer of artificiality. Laurie shaves his goatee, grows a more respectable mustache, quits loafing about and goes to London to work in his Grandfathers business, while Jo abandons her mercenary thrillers and learns to write about what she knows. (The metafictional twist is that the book that Jo publishes is not My Beth, but rather Little Women.) The one redeeming factor in the second half of the story comes at the very end, where Jo basically hires Bhaer to work in the school she plans to set up at Plumfield. Note that setting up the school is not entirely Jos idea: the all-knowing Marmee has planted the seed for this enterprise.

Part of me feels churlish in criticizing this film. Its heart is in the right place, I think. Id be much happier to gloss over its emphasis on the two romantic plots if it didnt try so hard with its feminist messages elsewhere. Look at Marmee: there is nothing that this super-human woman doesnt understand and cant do. She saves the day, and Beths life, when she comes back from Washington dispatching instructions on how to bring the fever down. Mothers love and wisdom are more effective than all the doctors in Concord.[6] And Jo holds her own with Professor Bhaers learned pupils, talking about the 15th amendment and womens suffrage. I genuinely have mixed feelings about these scenes: can we not take them for granted? Am I missing the point here? To me, they feel worthy and ham-fisted. I like my feminism served more subtly, and maybe thats my problem, not the films. I wonder.[7]

Its odd, then, that such a militant an adaptation should have the most romantic finale of them all: under the umbrella, Bhaer demurs My hands are empty, and Jo replies Not empty now, placing hers in his. Cue soaring, swelling music. And I am sold. (Its the bloody trumpets: they get me every time.) Tell you what, though: the Little Women I hope to see next year is a film where the greatest love story is the one between the sisters, who welcome loving, supportive partners into their fold. They are the harbingers of a matriarchal society where domestic bliss extends to elective family ties such as the ones fostered by Jo at Plumfield. Pretty please Greta Gerwig? 

[1] Karen Hollinger and Teresa Winterhalter, A Feminist Romance: Adapting Little Women to the Screen, Tulsa Studies in Womens Literature, 18.2 (1999), 173-92.

[2] The caricature of Mr Davis, complete with bubble-speech, for which Amy is punished in the 1949 film version is taken straight out of the novel. There, however, it is the brain-child and marks the downfall of Suzie Perkins, one of Amys fellow pupils.

[3] In our discussion on Little Women at the Folkestone Book Festival two weeks ago, several participants mentioned the burning of Jos manuscript as one of the most memorable passages in the novel. The episode also repeatedly and understandably came up when I asked whether it was only me who had hated Amy with a passion as a child. (The answer was no, by the way.) A woman explained that, in Jos place, shed have never forgiven Amy. Shed still not be speaking to her now. I know what she means. That said, in their anonymous written feedback to me, a couple of people admit that our discussion has given them a new perspective on Amy, whose own similarity to Jo I myself have come to appreciate only with time.

[4] In her frank confession about how she would have reacted in Jos place, the woman mentioned in the footnote above said that she would have let Amy drown. She got one of the biggest laughs and there were a few in our lovely discussion. Disclaimer: none of the participants to that bookclub (or any of the other bookclubs in which I may get involved hereafter) condones any kind of violence. 

[5] The man cant afford to buy tickets, but he must have friends in the theatre: his date with Jo takes place in the wings above the stage, amongst pulleys and counterweights. This presumably gives a bohemian edge to the Professor, whose funny foreign ways have previously manifested themselves in the wickedly strong coffee he brews for Jo. On the other hand, the two bond over their shared love of Walt Whitman, and transcendentalist philosophy, which again gets explained to the viewers in another supremely didascalic moment in the film.  

[6] Another really odd, small change to the plot is that Mr. March is wounded in the Civil War, instead of being taken ill. Why do we need a more martial Mr. March? What was wrong with the domesticated original version? Are we meant to castigate him for getting in trouble silly boy for wanting to play the soldier? I have no idea.

[7] About a month ago, I watched the film again with some of my students after one of our regular classes. Judging from their response, they like their feminism more subtle too. Something else that I have learnt from my current students is that Amy has her fans: a sizeable proportion of these twenty-something first-time readers of Little Women have latched on her fundamental similarity to Jo, as have the participants to the event at Folkestone. Following our discussion, the book-club crowd have also changed their opinion of Laurie. As I have explained here and in my previous pieces, my own opinion of these two characters is no longer the same I held as a child, or even twenty or ten years ago. Its amazing how my relationship with Little Women keeps on changing with me as I grow older and, one hopes, wiser. 

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