New series. Andrew Davies' adaptation of Tolstoy's epic story of five aristocratic families experiencing Napoleon's invasion of Russia. Paul Dano stars as Pierre Bezukhov, an educated misfit out of place in St Petersburg society, who inherits a fortune as the illegitimate son of a wealthy count. His closest friend, Prince Andrei Bolkonsky (James Norton), is eager for the challenge of war, while sought-after heroine Natasha Rostova is desperate to experience life and love. Also starring Lily James, Jim Broadbent, Gillian Anderson and Rebecca Front
Category: General Movie/Drama
Director: Tom Harper Producer: Julia Stannard Writer: Andrew Davies
Cast Pierre Bezukhov Paul Dano (IMDB) Natasha Rostova Lily James (IMDB) Prince Andrei Bolkonsky James Norton (IMDB) Prince Bolkonsky Jim Broadbent (IMDB) Anna Pavlovna Scherer Gillian Anderson (IMDB) Gen Mikhail Kutuzov Brian Cox (IMDB) Prince Vassily Kuragin Stephen Rea (IMDB) Napoleon Bonaparte Mathieu Kassovitz (IMDB) Vassily Denisov Thomas Arnold (IMDB) Boris Drubetskoy Aneurin Barnard (IMDB) Marya Bolkonskaya Jessie Buckley (IMDB) Fedya Dolokhov Tom Burke (IMDB) Count Ilya Rostov Adrian Edmondson (IMDB) Anna Mikhailovna Rebecca Front (IMDB) Sonya Rostova Aisling Loftus (IMDB) Nikolai Rostov Jack Lowden (IMDB) Helene Kuragina Tuppence Middleton (IMDB) Julie Kuragina Chloe Pirrie (IMDB) Tikhon David Quilter (IMDB) Countess Natalya Rostova Greta Scacchi (IMDB) Anatole Kuragin Callum Turner (IMDB)
Princess Helene is running through a vast palace, casting off an piece of clothing in each room. Given the number of rooms and all those 19th-century layers, it promises to be quite the protracted striptease. She’s pursued by Count Bezukhov, the sexual patsy of a new master, fiddling with his spectacles like a younger, more lubricious Captain Mainwaring.
I loved this scene, with its self-satirising perfume ad aesthetics and Tuppence Middleton performing unwitting homage to Nicole Kidman driven nuts by too much Chanel No 5. Was it faithful to Tolstoy’s novel? Don’t pretend you care.
“Touch me!” the princess commands as, finally, she lies coquettishly in the count’s bed, disclosing her naked bottom. “Touch me!” Pierre awakens. It’s all been a dream. For those of us refusing to go cold turkey after the final Downton on Christmas Day, Andrew Davies’s adaptation of War and Peace (BBC1) helps prolong another lovely dream, the delusive Sunday night fantasy of a past that never existed.
“We need a revolution in this country,” Pierre earlier tells a claque of aristo scum at a St Petersburg soiree in 1805 as Napoleon’s grande armée sweeps eastward. So does British television. We need liberation from the stays and corsets of costume dramas, from mutually assured seduction by Napoleon-era booty calls. But it won’t happen and so, in fairness, the government should give Davies a peerage like the one it awarded Julian Fellowes for his genius in keeping Britain supine during austerity years.
Indeed, this War and Peace has everything we need to get us through the winter without rising up and executing George Osborne for the public good. Bullingdon-meets-Drones-club montage of poshos on the razz with unconvincing prostitutes? Check. A confusion of new characters we can spend the long nights getting to know? Check. Hero (James Norton) with hollow cheeks, well-filled breeches and an interesting death wish? Check. Heroine (Lily James) excitable on the palace steps over departing boys in uniform, like an over-caffeinated younger Bennet girl from Davies’s version of Pride and Prejudice? Check.
The best TV shows of 2015 Read more Bosoms heaving? Sabres flashing? Lucrative foreign sales projected? Check, check, check.
For all the compelling silliness, there were two scenes I admired. Stephen Rea and Rebecca Front excelled in the deathbed wrangle over the old count’s secret will. Then there was the shocking violence with which Norton’s Prince Andrei thrust his pleading wife aside before heading off to war – more disturbing because it was a departure from the genteel English parameters of this adaptation.
Indeed, that, for me, was the adaptation’s biggest problem: it was too English. It took the deep-voiced Russian choruses that punctuated some scenes and the shots of CGI sailing ships frozen on the Neva, to remind me War and Peace was set not in Georgian England but tsarist Russia.
No matter, I’m already hooked – if only to find out what Mathieu Kassovitz will be like as Napoleon. I’ll be back next week for more of Davies’s latest sexed-up dossier of the classics.
Stuart Jeffries review in Guardian :Princess Helene is running through a vast palace, casting off an piece of clothing in each room. Given the number of rooms and all those 19th-century layers, it promises to be quite the protracted striptease. She