Last night I watched the latest adaptation of Brideshead Revisited - and was pleasantly surprised. I've never read the book, nor even seen the lengthy but much-acclaimed TV adaption. But I have read a few books by Evelyn Waugh (Decline & Fall, Vile Bodies, Handful of Dust et al). He is, in some ways, a fascinating writer, especially from a Christian perspective. His novels and characters are haunted by religion, Roman Catholicism in particular.
Brideshead Revisited is no exception - or at least, this movie version is. The atheism of Charles Ryder has ramifications throughout the plot, and one is pulled one way and then the other in one's affections for him. At first, one has sympathy because he is off to Oxford and his father is utterly uninterested. He becomes mixed up in a metrosexual set led by Sebastian, and one worries for Charles. But Charles is made of sterner stuff and, like many of Evelyn Waugh's heroes, is a cold fish par excellence. But naturally, everything crumbles to dust and every ends up slightly unhappier than they were at the beginning.
The cast are relatively unknown, which makes for much more interesting viewing since one doesn't spend half the time trying to remember what other thing you've seem them in. It's well shot and all the money is on the screen. But here is the one point I'd like to make about the film, and why it's rather refreshingly interesting, despite its gloomy austerity:
[Spoiler Alert] As the film progresses, one realises that Charles cannot have the woman he loves, Julia, because she is a Catholic, and her mother will simply not allow her daughter to marry an atheist. It seems rather bizarre and draconian, and like a poor reason to prevent a marital union - especially to the modern sensibility. But eventually, the couple do manage to find each other again, despatch their spouses with the relevant paperwork, and be on the point of marriage. But when Julia's father is on death's door, her true Catholicism bubbles to the surface. When her father manages to sign the cross before he dies - having lived most of his life as an agnostic, or unrepentant sinner - Julia is overjoyed. But Charles thinks it's all rather ghastly and sad. He simply cannot share her joy. It is obvious to them that they simply cannot be together because of their religious views.
My point is this: Can one think of another movie that says that a couple cannot be together if they are of differing religions? That love doesn't always find a way? It seems obvious to me, as a Christian, that marrying someone with radically different views on God, death and eternity, is, at best, foolish. But to see such a view powerfully, and convincingly, portrayed in a sumptious, romantic, period movie is a rare experience - and so unexpected I'm still not sure what I make of it. I would be interested to hear the views of others on this film.