The Invisible Woman is slow to build — but worth its wait in gold. A little over halfway through, this terrific drama bears fiercely down on the steep cost of being two of the significant women in the gilded life of Charles Dickens.
In a pivotal scene that reduced me to rubble, the long-suffering Mrs. Dickens (Joanna Scanlan) comes to call on Nelly Ternan (Felicity Jones), an aspiring actress and the latest in a long line of fragile-looking young women to find favor with the great writer. Fat, forlorn and struggling to maintain her ruined dignity, Catherine Dickens offers Nelly a gift, along with an unsolicited warning about the price she will pay for sleeping with England’s literary rock star.
If that warning isn’t enough to raise a red flag for the younger woman, the fact that Dickens has dispatched his own wife to deliver a bauble to his mistress-to-be surely must. It does — yet under pressure from her own desire and from the man himself, Nelly presses on regardless.
Another version of this painful encounter might briefly register the collateral damage, then pedal on merrily to the refrain that the heart wants what it wants, and isn’t it romantic? And the impeccable period accessorizing here, the green fields and windy beaches, the conventional flashback structure and sepia light, may trick some into thinking The Invisible Woman is just another muslin-and-bonnets romance floating across the Atlantic to collect at the Anglophile box office.