I was disappointed - there seemed to be a big budget, and Julia Roberts acted her heart out. However, this was a film where I never felt convinced or involved - possibly the whole exagerated caricature of 1950's aspirations was partly responsible for this.
Julia Roberts arrives at 1950s Wellesley with a slide projector, determined to persuade a room of pearl-wearing overachievers that a husband isn't the final exam. Great setup, and early on I happily took notes from the back row.
The students are the best thing here. Kirsten Dunst plays a smug newlywed whose marriage curdles on schedule, Maggie Gyllenhaal gets the sharpest lines because she refuses to pretend the rules are fair, and Julia Stiles agonises between Yale Law and a wedding ring. Each has her own fears and ambitions, which helps. Roberts, irritatingly, is right about nearly everything, though Stiles has one good scene telling her otherwise.
The trouble is the script paints by numbers. Characters announce the moral, and anything knottier gets smoothed over. The nurse sacked for handing out contraception earns one scene of outrage before disappearing. It wants a gold star without making anyone squirm.
It looks lovely, all twinsets and autumn leaves, and the cast is good company. I finished it wearing a faint, polite smile — very much the Mona Lisa kind.
There isn't much original about 'Mona Lisa Smile' at all. The story of 'a good hearted yet radical and initially misunderstood teacher trying to make a difference to the lives of troubled students, all the while battling the conservative school establishment' has been done many a time before, and it's pretty obvious that 'Mona Lisa Smile' is not much more than a feminist version of 'Dead Poets Society'. But everything that made 'Dead Poets Society' a great film, the agony of being a teenager and living with parental expectations, is sadly lacking in this film. What you are left with is a rather pedestrian, by the numbers film that thinks it has a powerful message to tell, but in the end fails miserably.