Hedda

**Awful acting** I am sorry but tessa thompson is a terrible lead actress. I saw her try to act in this movie as well as West World and she needs to find a new day job. My husband actually started laughing out loud at one of her "serious" scenes. Movie was pretty crummy anyway, I don't think a different lead actress would have saved it.

I don't understand how the lead actress in this keeps getting parts? She's a terrible actress, it's like she is sitting at a table read and just reading her lines aloud. She has absolutely zero charisma and is is definitely not attractive, nor even cute. I guess Hollywood continues to cast people like her for **some reason**.

Reinterpreting a classic work of art – no matter what medium it might initially be grounded in – can be a tricky task. This is true when jumping from one milieu to another, such as stage to screen, as well when altering the nature or elements of the work, such as its setting, time frame and characters. And, if more than one of these qualities undergoes transformation simultaneously, the metamorphosis can become considerably challenging, if not problematic. Such is the task undertaken by writer-director Nia DaCosta in this reimagining of the time-honored stage play Hedda Gabler by Norwegian playwright Henrik Ibsen. When Ibsen penned this work in 1890, it represented a continuation of his examination of strong-willed women, an undertaking that some contend ironically made him a pioneer of feminist thinking. That initiative began with A Doll’s House in 1879, a play in which he chronicled the life of a subservient wife and mother who courageously rose up to challenge her controlling husband. In Gabler, however, Ibsen wrote about a darker figure, an ambitious, manipulative trophy wife who sought a life of wealth and comfort and willfully did whatever it took to achieve it, no matter how questionable or menacing. In this current adaptation, the filmmaker advances themes launched in Ibsen’s original production but with some adjustments to make it more contemporary – and more sinister. For starters, this version is set in the 1950s rather than the late 19th Century, complete with technology, musical styles and other aspects of everyday life that weren’t in existence in Ibsen’s time. Hedda (Tessa Thompson) has changed somewhat, too; she’s still the insincere, conniving schemer she was in the original, though she’s now Black, bisexual and more compellingly driven than ever. As before, she’s married to an adoring but somewhat dull, overly cerebral university academic, George (Tom Bateman), who’s bucking for a professorship that will compensate him handsomely, enabling him to dotingly support his beloved in the lap of luxury she craves, an effort she doesn’t always appreciate. However, George’s hopes for being promoted aren’t guaranteed given the challenge posed by a rival peer, Eileen (Nina Hoss), who recently wrote a successful, high-profile best seller – and who also just happens to be Hedda’s former romantic interest. These story threads all come together at a lavish soiree hosted by George and Hedda to help bolster his chances for promotion. And the evening initially seems to proceed well until Eileen makes an appearance, along with her literary collaborator and fawning would-be lover, Thea (Imogen Poots), a certified milquetoast who just happens to be a childhood friend of Hedda. As the party unfolds, Hedda deftly spins her little schemes to turn events to her favor but with consequences that turn out to be even more unexpected than she had anticipated. This web of intrigue is set against an uninhibited backdrop that echoes the unbridled celebratory self-indulgence seen in movies like “The Great Gatsby” (2013) and “Babylon,” with dashes of “Eyes Wide Shut” (1999) thrown in for erotic good measure. In many ways, though, the narrative largely plays like a catty, vengeful, quasi-campy 1980s prime time soap (albeit one that, fortunately, manages to improve as it progresses into its later chapters). However, despite the film’s efforts to convey a meaningful message about the virtues of pursuing what truly matters most in life, the story nevertheless becomes bogged down by deplorable characters who possess few, if any, redeeming qualities. In addition, most of the filmmaker’s tweaks from Ibsen’s original may be provocative in nature but are ultimately mostly cosmetic in terms of their contributions. Perhaps the most significant saving grace here are the performances, particularly among supporting cast members like Hoss and Poots. As for Thompson, though, as valiantly as she tries to capture the essence of one of the most demanding female roles in all of acting, she doesn’t quite give Hedda the due that her character calls for, making it often appear as though the actress is struggling to tackle a portrayal that’s still beyond her grasp. And that sentiment, for what it’s worth, sums up how I see this offering overall – a commendable attempt at imbuing a true classic with a new vision on, one definitely worthy of applause but not the acclaim it so earnestly seems to seek.