Mary Shelley
⋆⋆⋆ out of four stars
Rated: PG-13 for sex and substance abuse.
Theater: St. Anthony Main.
This is a rarity: a literary biopic with an argument. Which is not to say that the film, directed by Haifaa al-Mansour ("Wadjda"), forgoes the expected pleasures of the genre: candlelight and quill pens, period gowns and the usual feverish attempts to convey both the passion and the discipline of the writing process. Also, good-looking young actors declaiming poetry and prose in crisply accented English.
But rather than smother Mary Shelley — author of "Frankenstein" — with soft cushions of antiquarian cultural prestige, the filmmakers sharpen the sense of her modernity. It helps enormously that she is played with alert sensitivity and acute intelligence by Elle Fanning.
We first meet a 16-year-old Mary. When her widowed father marries a woman who doesn't approve of Mary's writing, she is shipped off to Scotland. There she meets Percy Bysshe Shelley (Douglas Booth), a dreamy dirtbag poet who, at 21, already has abandoned one wife and child. But his capital-R romantic idealism syncs with Mary's rebellious streak.
There is tragedy, scandal and Percy's mercurial (though predictable) behavior. Eventually they end up at a Swiss château, where the seed of "Frankenstein" is planted. From that point on, the film is as much about that book as its author, arguing that "Frankenstein" is a quasi-therapeutic transformation of pain into art.
A.O. Scott, New York Times