Time Out says
Cate Blanchett and Rooney Mara shine in Todd Haynes's beautiful, 1950s-set Patricia Highsmith adaptation
With 'Carol', the American director Todd Haynes returns us to a place similar to the repressed 1950s East Coast universe that he explored in his 2002 film 'Far from Heaven'. It's historically not long past but this is an emotionally oh-so-distant world, recreated here with exquisite craft, where the big city offers a tiny slither of hope to those suffocating in the stultifyingly conservative suburbs. This is the story of two women, Carol (Cate Blanchett, staggering) and Therese (Rooney Mara, equally so), strangers who meet on either side of a Manhattan department store counter and must choose to face or ignore their feelings for each other as Haynes examines gay desire and repression.
Of course, nobody says the words ‘gay’ or ‘lesbian’ in 'Carol', adapted by Phyllis Nagy from a little-known 1952 Patricia Highsmith novel, 'The Price of Salt'. In fact, no one talks much at all, so hard is it for our main characters to say what they’re thinking – or to even know what they’re thinking. Head-turning in a glamorous fur coat (Sandy Powell's costumes are a dream) Carol is a suburban wife and mother going through a divorce and, we later learn, on the verge of ostracism by her family and friends because of her past relationship with a woman.
Carol is Christmas shopping when she spots twentysomething Therese, a store worker and aspiring photographer who won't commit to her keen male suitor. The attraction is immediate and mutual, initially haltingly expressed via the few seconds of a transaction. The pair's subsequent friendship challenges Therese to confront feelings that she may not have even dared to consider before. Not knowing oneself is a refrain: 'I barely know what to order for lunch,' says Therese. Later she admits, 'I don't know what I want; I always say "yes" to everything.'
Gestures, looks and touches carry enormous weight, and Blanchett and Mara, both excellent, invite micropscopic readings of their every glance and movement. Much of the film is a loaded dance of desire so that, when it finally comes, a kiss has rarely been so well-earned. This is a subtle, exquisitely designed drama that's calibrated like an expensive watch, its moving parts working in quiet, unshowy harmony.
It's far from melodramatic, even when the plot takes some surprising, eventful turns. And 'Carol' also differs from 'Far From Heaven' in that its careful, beguiling colour scheme is muted, leaning heavily on greens and greys and sidestepping bright colours. It moves with a stealthy precision, rarely letting its emotions run over but, crucially, inviting a graceful punch in the air in its choking, triumphant final moments.
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