In his sumptuous new adaptation of Leo Tolstoy’s great novel of love and infidelity in pre-revolutionary Russia, Wright tries something new, and it’s sublime. Eschewing a formal, traditional style, he frames Anna Karenina as a busy, highly choreographed stage play in which characters stalk the wings of the theater, moving with the grace of dancers as they spin on and off stage and in and out of love and desire.
But Wright doesn’t allow this structure to limit his imagination or his characters; they aren’t physically confined. They rush through crowded train stations or throw open a stage door to discover a snow-covered field — and then stride across it. Nor is the stage bound by the laws of physics: In one gorgeous scene, snow falls upon a man standing in the empty theater. All the visual daring makes for an intoxicating rush, especially if what you’ve been expecting is a simple costume drama.
By necessity, some of Tolstoy’s grand themes get lost or at least trampled in the translation, in particular his sharp contrast of agrarian life to that of city high society. But the core of the story — the doomed love affair between the married Anna (Keira Knightley) and Count Vronsky (Aaron Taylor-Johnson) — remains intact and vital. The film’s early moments, which use meticulous, amusing choreography to highlight the broadly comic Oblonsky (a terrific Matthew Macfadyen, Wright’s Mr. Darcy in Pride and Prejudice), are played as farce. But as the movie winds on, its tragic nature begins to reveal itself.