Film & DVD
‘In Secret’ is better than the book
Movie adaptation of Émile Zola’s dreary novel Thérèse Raquin works better on screen than in print
Published: February 19, 2014
★★★ (out of 5 stars)
One of the least pleasant leisure activities any human being can experience is the drudgery of reading Émile Zola’s Thérèse Raquin. Zola’s exploration of naturalism – a bleak worldview wherein characters are placed in realistic situations and play out parts dictated by their social environment – is grim.
Zola maintained that the characters in Thérèse Raquin are made to behave the way they do by their “nerves and blood.” He claimed it was a scientific exploration.
That’s crap. There isn’t a more writerly device than to stick characters in a particular set of situations and then have them react in exactly the way they’ve been designed. Thérèse Raquin feels more like social realism with a left-wing bent. But social realism already existed, so why not invent a subgenre?
In any event, Thérèse Raquin is so dreary and desolate, it’s hard to imagine any filmmaker wanting to take it on. But it has been, and more than once. In Secret is just the latest version of Thérèse Raquin (Neal Bell’s play is also listed as source material).
Somehow, on screen, it’s far more captivating than on the page. The miserable haberdashery where Thérèse works with her aunt and mother-in-law (yes, the same person) seems appropriately dingy, and her husband, Camille (he’s also the first cousin), is duly sickly, weak and irritating.
Maybe In Secret works as well as it does because Thérèse is played by Elizabeth Olsen – the talented Olsen sibling. She’s aided immensely by Jessica Lange as her aunt (and mother-in-law), Madame Raquin, Tom Felton as Camille (not a big leap from his Draco Malfoy) and Oscar Isaac, the erstwhile Llewyn Davis, as Laurent, the man who becomes Thérèse’s lover and co-conspirator.
Plot-wise, In Secret sticks closely to its source text. Thérèse is left as a child with her aunt and the aunt’s sickly son, Camille. Thérèse is made to marry Camille (she hates the idea). Madame Raquin, Camille and Thérèse relocate to Paris so Camille can work in an office while the women run a clothing store. Camille runs into his childhood friend Laurent and brings him around for a weekly game of dominoes, and Thérèse and Laurent begin a torrid affair. Eventually, Thérèse and Laurent kill Camille and – once their guilt and mistrust gets the better of them – try to kill each other.
Ah, nerves and blood. Both those words, repeated on a nearly infinite loop in Zola’s text, have been expunged from In Secret. Director and screenwriter Charlie Stratton has dispatched with Zola’s scientific musings, at least on a surface level, and directed a sort of 19th-century film noir that relies on mounting dread, recrimination, lust and avarice as its primary story motivations.
In other words, just the sort of things that make a good murder story. Olsen uses her big eyes well, conveying Thérèse’s inner torment with a slow burn until her eyes seem ready to burst from her head. She also delivers some pretty outrageous dialogue with a straight face and sells it. Take this line that she utters to Laurent during one of their trysts:
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