Film Review: Head in the Clouds (2004)
The Second World War, even almost a century after its conclusion, remains cinema’s most fertile and enduring backdrop. This can be explained by the relatively simple, Hollywood-favoured demarcation between heroes and villains, and, more profoundly, by the incomparably high stakes for ordinary lives, which provide instant dramatic gravity. It is a period so useful that it has serviced every genre from action and thriller to comedy and, most persistently, romantic drama. For the latter, Casablanca (1942) set a gold standard of bittersweet sacrifice and moral clarity—a standard against which countless subsequent films have been measured and found wanting. One such conspicuous failure is Head in the Clouds, the 2004 Canadian-British romantic war drama written and directed by Australian filmmaker John Duigan. Despite a glamorous cast and a sweeping temporal canvas, the film is a ponderous, miscast, and dramatically inert exercise that fails to generate either the intellectual heft or the passionate heart it so earnestly pursues.
The narrative machinery begins with a portentous 1924 prologue in Paris, where a 14-year old Gilda Bessé (Joylane Langlois) is told by a fortune teller she will die at thirty-four. This heavy-handed foreshadowing sets the tone for a film that consistently prioritises melodramatic signposting over organic storytelling. We then leap to 1933 Cambridge, meeting our protagonist and narrator, Guy Malyon (Stuart Townsend), an impoverished Irish scholarship student. His life is interrupted by the force of nature that is the adult Gilda (Charlize Theron), who takes refuge in his room. A whirlwind affair ensues before she vanishes, establishing a pattern of passionate attachment and abrupt abandonment that defines their relationship. Years later, Guy follows a summons to Gilda’s Parisian studio, a bohemian idyll she shares with her Spanish muse and nurse, Mia (Penélope Cruz). Duigan luxuriates in the surface details of this pre-war artistic enclave—the photography, the parties, the carefree sexuality—but fails to invest the central ménage à trois with genuine emotional complexity or tension. It feels less like a lived-in relationship and more like a decorative arrangement, a picturesque backdrop waiting for history to intrude.
That intrusion arrives with the Spanish Civil War, which shatters the studio’s fragile paradise. The idealistic Guy volunteers for the Republican cause, while Mia returns to her homeland as a nurse. In a brief, tragic reunion on the battlefield in 1938, they share a night together before Mia is killed. Guy, shattered, returns to Paris, only to be rejected by a bitter Gilda who views his departure as a personal betrayal. This section highlights the film’s core weakness: its inability to make the political personal in a compelling way. Guy’s idealism is stated, not felt; Mia’s fate is a plot beat, not a tragedy we are invited to deeply mourn.
The film then makes its final, awkward leap to Occupied Paris in 1944. Guy returns as a undercover British intelligence officer, discovering Gilda is now the mistress of an SS officer, Sturmbannführer Franz Bittrich (Thomas Kretschmann). A strained reconnection leads to Gilda warning Guy of an imminent Gestapo raid, enabling a successful sabotage mission. After the Liberation, Guy learns Gilda has been executed as a collaborator, her fate seemingly fulfilling the fortune teller’s prophecy.
Despite the considerable star power of Charlize Theron at a career peak, and the much-publicised off-screen romance between her and Townsend, Head in the Clouds failed to resonate. Its US distribution was limited, and critical reception was largely unfavourable. Some posited a contemporary “WWII fatigue” or even uncomfortable echoes of the Iraq War—another conflict being sold as a righteous endeavour amidst growing public scepticism. While intriguing, these external factors are less credible an explanation for the film’s failure than its fundamental artistic shortcomings.
On a purely technical level, the film is competent. The period recreation of 1930s Cambridge, interwar Paris, and wartime France is handsomely mounted, with attentive costume and production design. The score by Terry Frewer is serviceably evocative. The failure is of conception and execution. Director John Duigan, who previously infused the period pieces like Sirens with subversive eroticism, attempts a similar trick here by foregrounding the bisexuality of Gilda and Mia. Yet in a modern world, this feels less like daring provocation and more like a lukewarm attempt to add edge to a otherwise conventional love triangle. The concept is neither explored with psychological depth nor leveraged for genuine dramatic conflict; it remains a decorative detail.
The film’s most fatal flaw, however, is its pervasive lack of pace and a catastrophic piece of miscasting. Stuart Townsend, despite his real-life relationship with Theron, exhibits zero combustible chemistry with her on screen. His performance as Guy is one of pervasive dullness; he narrates the tale with a flat, affectless delivery that renders Duigan’s already pretentious and preachy dialogue utterly lifeless. Guy is meant to be our passionate, idealistic heart, but Townsend portrays him as a passive, faintly bewildered bystander in his own life. Consequently, the entire first act set in peacetime becomes a tedious slog, lacking the sexual charge or intellectual spark needed to invest us in these characters. When the war arrives, the film shifts gears into a mode of generic resistance thriller, but offers nothing—no tension, no moral ambiguity, no fresh insight—that hasn’t been portrayed with more urgency and skill in countless other films set in the same period.
In the end, Head in the Clouds is a film that mistakes picturesque settings and tragic dates on a calendar for profundity. It has all the components of a sweeping, historical romance but none of the soul. It demonstrates that even the most dramatic backdrop in human history cannot salvage a story that is emotionally hollow, poorly paced, and anchored by a lead performance that fails to ignite.
RATING: 4/10 (+)
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