Nora, 2000 A beautiful Pat Murphy film produced by Ewan McGregor's Natural Nylon. He produced and played James Joyce himself. Despite the fact that the director and screenwriter is a woman, the film is not at all female, and not close to romantic snot with syrup, but rather on the verge of foul. McGregor here obviously had a hand in ensuring that everything was that way, he loves the material tough and provocative, where there is something to play, play on the nerves and reveal the character “to the very essence”, in the words of the great Boris Leonidovich P.
The whole case was filmed by Jean-François Robin, with whom McGregor worked at Rogue Trader, and he did his job just flawlessly. But in fact, what kind of romance can we talk about when we talk about the private and literary life of the great Irishman, poet, modernist James Augustine Aloisches Joyce, a wanderer, intellectual, literary experimenter and a person whose 3 novels are included in the Top 100 best novels of modern literature, which was so appreciated by V. Nabokov, and June 16 officially became celebrated as Bloom’s day?
Amazing beauty costumes, many vivid sexual scenes and conversations on this topic, the delightful Pre-Raphaelite beauty of Susan Lynch (Nora Barnackle), wonderfully singing and playing guitar McGregor (what beautiful, unique intonations he has when he sings!), who gives equally passionately to writing, to drunks, to a woman with whom he has a codependent, complex, but vivid relationship, because with muses otherwise does not happen. In principle, Nora is an excellent material for psychotherapists, an illustration of neurotic manifestations, obsession and codependency.
McGregor bathes in this role, goes to all that the Shirnarmass, read burghers with philistines, consider "phi" and "unacceptable." He, like Joyce, does not care about all established boundaries and prohibitions, he chose beautiful material, assembled an amazing cast/crew and enjoys life, creativity and freedom in opposition to the shabby public and religious morality of the Irish society of the early twentieth century. And, as usual, he is in such pictures, he took a chance and won. It doesn’t matter that the movie made 3 cents. It was not conceived and implemented for this, it is pure, without a single admixture art. Bravo, Officer McGregor, you've outplayed everyone!