It’s painful to watch someone cling to a dead romance. Edward (Bill Nighy) is telling his wife Grace (Annette Bening) that he wants to leave. He’s met someone else. Gripping his mug of tea – the most British of comfort blankets – he struggles to make eye contact with the woman he knows he’s betrayed. The camera timorously searches Grace’s features for a reaction. But no tears are shed. She remains strangely, disconcertingly cheery as she informs him that their marriage is far from over. All will be well with a little work. “You’re not even trying!” she adds.
Hope Gap, William Nicholson’s second film as a director, is a world away from the projects he’s usually known for, having co-written both Gladiator and Les Misérables. The emotional ground it covers is far more ordinary – namely, the shock of someone you’ve spent your entire life with suddenly appearing to you as a stranger.
This isn’t just the story of a husband and the wife he’s left behind, but of their son (Josh O’Connor’s Jamie), whom Edward invites home to serve as a buffer. He tries to soothe his mother’s worries as best he can (O’Connor’s gentle, subdued aura is well served here), while privately worrying that his own floundering relationship is proof he’s turning into his father.
The film’s setting is as pleasant and unobtrusive as possible. They’re a distinctly middle-class family living in picturesque Seaford, taking daily walks up to the cliffs to muse – all captured in bright, crisp hues by cinematographer Anna Valdez-Hanks. Edward is a teacher, while Grace is putting together a poetry anthology entitled “I Have Been Here Before”, intended to remind readers that every feeling is a recycled one, experienced countless times throughout history.
