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Solomon and Gaenor is a first feature film for
writer/director Paul Morrison, a documentarian crossing over to romantic drama. Morrison
brings a fine director's eye to this production; the experience of his earlier filmmaking
shows in his knowing use of landscape, lushly saturated color kept to carefully limited
hues, and an eye for telling, revealing detail. Unfortunately, as beautiful as Solomon
and Gaenor is to the eye, and despite fine performances, the drama never quite takes
wing.
Against the background of bitter strikes by Welsh miners prior to World
War I, Morrison sets a Romeo and Juliet tale: Solomon (Ioan Gruffudd), a young Jew from a
pious family, meets Gaenor (Nia Roberts), a not-so-innocent girl from a pious Protestant
"chapel" family of miners. From the first, Solomon conceals his Jewish identity,
passing himself off as Sam Livingstone. He's aware of prejudice against Jews amongst his
Welsh neighbors, though his family believes they have come to a more accepting place than
their east European origins. Hard economic times, though, lead to community frustration
and anger; the love story unfolds against a growing hostility toward Jews - the perennial
scapegoats of Europe.
Morrison's exposition is unhurried. He makes the meeting and the step-by-step
courting of his lovers seem real - in their awkwardness and in their secrecy and fear of
discovery. Both of the families and their family rituals are depicted, providing a context
for the doomed romance. Morrison subtly lets his observant camera disclose similarities as
well as differences in the mores of these different religious/cultural heritages.
Gruffudd, a charismatic actor who shone in the BBC's Great Expectations, continues to impress; he
projects ample charm while conveying both the conflict and the passion of young Solomon.
Roberts, in her first leading role, is equally convincing.
After the promising beginning, though, the film treads a too slow and
fatally predictable path. That each lover would be an unacceptable mate to their
respective families and the family reactions when they learn of the liaison hold no
surprises. And Morrison is ceaselessly earnest in telling his story, with hardly a moment
of comic relief, and no unexpected quirks or twists for contrast or insight. The impending
tragedy looms ever more obviously and, for all its sincerity, the film slips into
melodrama, obviating the possibility of genuine sympathy for the hero and heroine.
Solomon and Gaenor is an unfortunate miss; the total equals
considerably less than the sum of its admirable parts.