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What Ullmann's done is create the ideal conditions for these three to do electrifying work with each other. She maintains control so they can lose it.
New York Post:
Chastain, who seems incapable of a bad performance, brings an Ophelia-like vulnerability to Miss Julie, the lonely and depressed daughter of a count.
Liv Ullmann's worshipful but static adaptation of the classic Strindberg play fails to work as a film, despite impressive perfs.
It's a handsomely mounted, intentionally claustrophobic film; too claustrophobic over the long haul, with relentless close-ups that constrict the galvanic emotions on display.
Morton, one of the least artificial actresses in the world, charts her character's heartbreak without any of the self-pity normally assigned to ordinary women.
Los Angeles Times:
The heat that should saturate the film as betrayals mount and boundaries are broken flickers and dies many times over "Miss Julie's" languid two-plus hours.
New York Daily News:
An austere, pared-down take that does one thing extremely well: It allows actors Jessica Chastain, Samantha Morton and especially Colin Farrell to shine.
New York Times:
Much more convincing than Mike Figgis's 1999 screen adaptation, starring Saffron Burrows, it is a grueling slog through a hell of torment, cruelty and suffering.
San Francisco Chronicle:
Ullmann's way is the wrong way to do "Miss Julie," but this is the best version of this wrong way you're ever likely to find.
Globe and Mail:
The film is visually bland, with only a couple of bookending outdoor sequences around a handful of interior sets.
It smoulders and smokes and generates some heat but it never really bursts into flame.
"Their subordinate ranks as a woman and a lowborn servant, respectively, should inspire sympathy, but their self pity is so thorough and one-note that their distress is no more compelling or resonant than a pair of dogs noisily licking their wounds."
Anyone interested in spellbinding performances, however, should see Miss Julie.
Strenuously acted dramas make for strenuous viewing, and Liv Ullmann's rigorous adaptation of Strindberg's Miss Julie, which uproots the action to 19th-century Ireland, is no exception.
"Miss Julie" is a strangely clinical movie experience. It's a story that makes an impression without leaving a mark.