In a story that looks the most wonderful in this age, where it is said that behind every great man is a woman. Joan Castleman is a very intelligent woman who is still a wonderful beauty and is considered the perfect and sincere wife. She spent forty years sacrificing her talents, dreams and ambitions for her husband's enormous literary career and career. She may face another sacrifice even after her husband won the Nobel Prize.
The Wife is that increasingly rare offering, a commercially viable film that also makes you rethink your assumptions about talent and who gets to wield it.
The Wife starts off somewhat slowly, to the point where you wonder if anything is actually going to happen. Then, at the 50-minute mark, the "twist" of the story kicks in, and suddenly it becomes riveting.
This is a career watershed for Glenn Close. As Joan, she plays a woman who has chosen to live a life of deception, which has with the passing of time become self-deceit.
Close owns this movie, from beginning to end; it's a performance of such intelligence and subtlety that only when the movie is long over do you start wondering about whether the plot holds up.
A story whose dramatic weight falls on the shoulders of a sublime Glenn Close, who lends her saddest smile, her frown and her lost look to a woman who begins to claim her own voice. [Full review in Spanish]
