Rated PG for sequences of fantasy action and violence, including frightening images. One hour, 37 minutes.
Publication date: Publication Date May. 30, 2014
Review by Peter Canavese
If only the film around Jolie were worthy of her. Perhaps "Maleficent" could have been an extraordinary work of art, a la Cocteau's "La belle et la bÍte" had it been approached from a place of confident emotional truth-telling, narrative patience and visual poetry. The work of first-time director Robert Stromberg (a veteran of visual effects and art direction) manages some striking visuals suggesting that direction could have been possible, but even if he were Cocteau, he'd still be up against economics: This Disney picture is as much about brand-building synergy as anything else.
Disney's long struggle to do restitution for its princess-myth years continues by re-imagining Maleficent as an orphan fairy queen (Isobelle Molloy) flying happily about her wooded land as a heroic freedom-fighter, "protector of the moors" from a nearby human kingdom. But when she grows of age to take her crack at love, and experiences as a result a physically violating betrayal that's deeply traumatizing, the full-grown Maleficent (Jolie) turns on a dime to vengeance against the man who betrayed her: King Stefan (Sharlto Copley). This trajectory could make sense, but instead of allowing Maleficent to articulate her pain at any point, we merely get five seconds of Jolie wailing in anguish before she decides black is the new black.
After this origin story (a Hollywood addiction of recent years), "Maleficent" sets to replaying Disney's 1959 "Sleeping Beauty" (itself adapted from Charles Perrault's fairy-tale text "La Belle au bois dormant"). Ironically, "Maleficent" is unarguably at its most arresting in the scene that tinkers least with the source material: when Jolie, newly decked out as the villainous version of Maleficent, sleekly strides up to Stefan's throne and curses his infant daughter Aurora. Jolie has the scene for lunch, and the film comes roaring to life.
She gets a little help from the traditional costume -- with its black drapery and imposing, devilish horns -- and Rick Baker's makeup design, which makes her already formidable cheekbones look like they could get part-time work as meat slicers. But we're not meant to enjoy this display (which prompts the reaction "You're the evil that's in the world") as much as we do, as the film's raison d'etre is to explain Maleficent's humanity. It's a noble cause to reconceive evil -- especially to children -- as just a person you haven't figured out yet, but some classic tales lend themselves more readily to such an approach than others (John Gardner's novel "Grendel" hit the sweet spot).
The screenplay by Linda Woolverton (Disney's "Beauty and the Beast") next sends Maleficent on a journey of remorse for having misdirected her anger onto an innocent. The babe grows into teenage Elle Fanning, whose Aurora mistakes the ever-lurking Maleficent for her fairy godmother. Aurora has a date with a spindle, and maybe with Brenton Thwaites' Prince Phillip for a curse-ending "true love's kiss," but as the narration promises, this story is "not quite as you were told": Archetypal male conquest will lose, and the best of archetypal female power will overcome the worst of it. Plus a CGI dragon.