Sister My Sister, 1994
Christine (Joely Richardson) is delighted when her sister, Lea (Jodhi May) joins her in the job of domestic work for a wealthy woman, Madame Danzard (Julie Walters) and her daughter, Isabelle (Sophie Thursfield). But the two sisters have more than a healthy dose of trauma and mental illness, and in the isolation of the home, both sets of women move to an unhealthy place of mistrust and anger.
Finally, a movie to shake me out of the underwhelming rut of the last few films!
This film is based on the infamous true story of two sisters who, after worsening relations with their employers, committed a scandalous act of violence against them. There are several film tellings of this story (I just watched
The Maids last year), and it's not hard to see why: violence, class conflict,
lesbians, and the monocle-dropping element of incest.
This isn't a perfect film, but there were many aspects of it that I thought were very interesting!
To begin with, there are multiple levels on which this film evokes the isolation of both sets of women. Aside from a handful of dialogue-less background characters, the film belongs entirely to the four main characters. There are figures that loom large in the narrative who never appear on screen (the sisters' mother, a man Isabelle is possibly going to marry), and their absences--and the characters' longing for them--are deeply felt.
And pushing this even further, the two pairs of women rarely interact directly. When Madame Danzard and Isabelle speak about the sisters, they never use their names. They refer to them as "the older one" or "the younger one"--as if they were animals and not people. The conversation between the sisters likewise puts the other women in a bubble. Christine notes that Madame Danzard doesn't come into the kitchen because "she knows her place." While they all live under the same roof (the sisters live in an attic apartment of the home), they live in very different worlds. And as the film goes on, the rift between those two world widens.
Further, the film shows the way that unhealthily dependent relationships can gain momentum through a sort of see-saw dynamic. While at first it seems that Lea is a bit unhinged and Christine is the "calm" one, through the film we watch the sisters trade these roles: perpetually in a state of one of them freaking out and the other soothing her. It becomes a sort of role play--the uncomfortable line that is blurred between a parent/child relationship and the relationship between lovers--but it is a role play that escalates as their freakouts become more and more hysterical and the solutions to their problems become more extreme. Likewise, the wealthy mother and daughter take turns praising and then criticizing the sisters, using the sisters' paychecks as leverage.
Maybe the best-realized aspect of the film is its understanding of the way that, in such a closed, isolated situation, people can fall into an unhealthy, toxic web of attention and affection. The house is rife with jealousies, and it makes sense: there is only so much attention to go around. It hurts to feel that you are no longer someone's priority, especially when they are literally the only ally you have. The sister's have an intense history of abandonment, and so they respond with particular fear to the threat of being left behind. The two actresses playing the sisters do a fantastic job of portraying the physical side of this intensity--they tremble with the intensity of their emotions.
On the negative side, I thought that the film leaned a bit much on the
lesbian incest scandalous hook of the story. The film does a good job of helping you understand how such a relationship could begin, and also how the physical intensity of their relationship only heightens their feelings about each other and their dependence. The sex scenes were generally kept "classy", but it also felt like there were a few more of them than were needed. The story on its own is interesting enough, and at times it felt as if the sex scenes were being used to "amp up" the film and it just wasn't necessary. I thought that the more subdued moments of tension--the sisters exchanging glances as they try to hem a dress under the insults of their boss--were far more effective.
It is an interesting sidenote that this film is totally female-dominated both in front of and behind the camera: actors, writers, the director--all women.
I would say that I liked this film a bit more than
The Maids, though they are both interesting takes on the true story.