It’s not an noticeable assembly of content and movie-maker, but Ben Wheatley’s Netflix-generated adaptation of Daphne du Maurier’s Rebecca is a perfectly watchable romp that bounces together like a cheerful labrador. It is not, on the other hand, immediately noticeable exactly where the twisted, at situations bracingly unusual Wheatley sensibility matches into this rosy-cheeked variation of Du Maurier’s tale of sanity under siege (scripted by Jane Goldman, Joe Shrapnel and Anna Waterhouse). We capture a glimpse of it when the new Mrs de Winter (Lily James) stumbles into a underneath-stairs bacchanal, although upstairs, her possess social gathering is an extravagant catastrophe.
Individually, I would have most well-liked a minor a lot more Wheatley edge, a minor a lot less Nation Residing. That mentioned, there is a lot to get pleasure from right here. Armie Hammer is probably as well sunny as Maxim de Winter, but Kristin Scott Thomas is lower-glass perfection as Mrs Danvers, with her bloody gash of crimson lipstick and the silky cruelty in her voice. And the manufacturing style and design is glorious – notably Rebecca’s luxurious eau de nil boudoir, its aqueous colour palette hinting at the fate of the initially Mrs de Winter even as feeling memory of her presence lingers in every single place.
In cinemas/on Netflix from 21 Oct