The direction is tepid, and Boles, an off-the-rack ‘30s leading man, could only externalize the torment Day-Lewis kept roiling beneath the surface as Newland… Moeller’s film finds more humor in the snobbery of the elite than Scorsese’s . . . but this removes much of the sting from their aspersions, as they seem incapable of ostracizing her but merely of clucking and scolding.
September 29, 2017