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Is this an incredibly dull movie about a single painting - or is it a mesmerising and penetrating insight into art and a particular 17th century Dutch artist? It probably depends on your point of view.Griet is a poor young girl who goes to work for the great Vermeer as a humble servant. She is pushed around emotionally by his overwrought and jealous wife, mischievous children and all-powerful lustful patron. Yet the biggest force in her life, gradually teasing out her own artistic sensibilities, is the Master himself. Griet becomes the subject of his most famous painting, lured by a mixture of dread and fascination.For Vermeer the artist, his work is all-consuming. Every part of his world the welfare of his family, his eccentricities, his whole energy and purpose in life, is concentrated into his work. That is not to say he lacks morals but simply that his work is his higher calling. To justify such a character, we could look to the role of art and its importance. Art can be worshipped for its own sake, like some wicked effigy, and used to excuse all manner of moral turpitude in its creator; or it can be seen as the entrance by which light can enter our soul, illuminate thought and our world in a way that cold logic alone would deny us, move us beyond the bounds of our immediate impressions and let us see the world about us in a new way, inspired and informed.Griet carries this seed, to see beauty where others see only common place things, and it is a seed that the Master nourishes. There are times when Vermeer protects Griet from the people around he,r to whom she is so vulnerable, but is his concern towards her concern for her welfare, secret desire, or just a tool, an exquisite tool, of his trade?Cinema is also being part of this artistic spectrum, if we allow it to be, affecting us in ways that let the viewer grow rather than just be entertained. Girl With a Pearl Earring certainly has sufficient integrity to do that, but if one just wanted to be entertained then it probably falls short. The art direction beautifully recreates Holland of the period and Scarlett Johansson gives a very well-tempered performance as young Griet. Costumes, music and overall cinematography are accomplished and haunting without loss of subtlety, producing a memorable film for lovers of art and cinema; but if paintings don't do anything for you, this film might not either.

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This film, adapted from a work of fiction by author Tracy Chevalier, tells a story about the events surrounding the creation of the painting "Girl With a Pearl Earring" by 17th century Dutch master Johannes Vermeer. Little is known about the girl in the painting, it is speculated that she was a maid who lived in the house of the painter along with his family and other servants, though there is no historical evidence. This masterful film attempts to recreate the mysterious girl's life. Griet, played by Scarlett Johansson, is a maid in the house of painter Johannes Vermeer, played by British actor Colin Firth. Vermeer's wealthy patron and sole means of support, Van Ruijven, commissions him to paint Griet with the intent that he will have her for himself before it is finished. She must somehow secretly pose for the crucial painting without the knowledge of Vermeer's wife, avoid Van Ruijven's grasp, and protect herself from the cruel gossip of the world of a 17th century servant.

Mme. de Marville wished to make matters even. Her request,made aloud, in defiance of all rules of good taste, sounded somuch like an attempt to repay at once the balance due to the poorcousin, that Pons flushed red, like a girl found out in fault.The grain of sand was a little too large; for some moments hecould only let it work in his heart. Cecile, a red-haired youngwoman, with a touch of pedantic affectation, combined herfather's ponderous manner with a trace of her mother's hardness.She went and left poor Pons face to face with the terriblePresidente.

"Oh, with two children you would be poor," returned thecousin. "It practically means the division of the property. Butyou need not trouble yourself, cousin; Cecile is sure to marrysooner or later. She is the most accomplished girl I know."

At that atrocious speech Pons started up as if he had receiveda shock from a galvanic battery, bowed stiffly to the lady, andwent to find his spencer. Now, it so happened that the door ofCecile's bedroom, beyond the little drawing-room, stood open, andlooking into the mirror, he caught sight of the girl shaking withlaughter as she gesticulated and made signs to her mother. Theold artist understood beyond a doubt that he had been the victimof some cowardly hoax. Pons went slowly down the stairs; he couldnot keep back the tears. He understood that he had been turnedout of the house, but why and wherefore he did not know.

When the Jewess died, leaving a son Fritz, twelve years ofage, under the joint guardianship of his father and maternaluncle, a furrier at Leipsic, head of the firm of Virlaz andCompany, Brunner senior was compelled by his brother-in-law (whowas by no means as soft as his peltry) to invest little Fritz'smoney, a goodly quantity of current coin of the realm, with thehouse of Al-Sartchild. Not a penny of it was he allowed to touch.So, by way of revenge for the Israelite's pertinacity, Brunnersenior married again. It was impossible, he said, to keep hishuge hotel single-handed; it needed a woman's eye and hand.Gideon Brunner's second wife was an innkeeper's daughter, a verypearl, as he thought; but he had had no experience of onlydaughters spoiled by father and mother.

The Camusot de Marvilles had given out that the guest of theevening was one of the richest capitalists in Germany, a man oftaste (he was in love with "the little girl"), a future rival ofthe Nucingens, Kellers, du Tillets, and their like.

"Do not call my sincerity in question, sir," Brunnerinterrupted quickly. "If you know of a penniless girl, one of alarge family, well brought up but without fortune, as happensvery often in France; and if her character offers me security, Iwill marry her."

"You have a monster of ingratitude for a friend, sir; if he isstill alive, it is because nothing kills ill weeds. People dowell to mistrust artists; they are as mischievous and spiteful asmonkeys. This friend of yours tried to dishonor his own family, and toblight a young girl's character, in revenge for a harmless joke.I wish to have nothing to do with him; I shall do my best toforget that I have known him, or that such a man exists. All themembers of his family and my own share the wish, sir, so do allthe persons who once did the said Pons the honor of receivinghim."

When Pons took to his bed, Schmucke filled his place at thetheatre and gave lessons for him at his boarding-schools. He didhis utmost to do the work of two; but Pons' sorrows weighingheavily upon his mind, the task took all his strength. He onlysaw his friend in the morning, and again at dinnertime. Hispupils and the people at the theatre, seeing the poor German lookso unhappy, used to ask for news of Pons; and so great was hisgrief, that the indifferent would make the grimaces ofsensibility which Parisians are wont to reserve for the greatestcalamities. The very springs of life had been attacked, the goodGerman was suffering from Pons' pain as well as from his own. When he gave a music lesson, he spent half the time in talkingof Pons, interrupting himself to wonder whether his friend feltbetter to-day, and the little school-girls listening heardlengthy explanations of Pons' symptoms. He would rush over to theRue de Normandie in the interval between two lessons for the sakeof a quarter of an hour with Pons.

If you would see the perfection to which the painter attained(armed as he was with triple power), go to the Louvre and look atthe Baccio Bandinelli portrait; you might place it besideTitian's Man with a Glove, or by that other Portrait ofan Old Man in which Raphael's consummate skill blends withCorreggio's art; or, again, compare it with Leonardo da Vinci'sCharles VIII., and the picture would scarcely lose. Thefour pearls are equal; there is the same lustre and sheen, thesame rounded completeness, the same brilliancy. Art can go nofurther than this. Art has risen above Nature, since Nature onlygives her creatures a few brief years of life.

Mme. Poulain, the doctor's mother, aged sixty-seven, wasending her days in the second bedroom. She worked for abreeches-maker, stitching men's leggings, breeches, belts, andbraces, anything, in fact, that is made in a way of businesswhich has somewhat fallen off of late years. Her whole time wasspent in keeping her son's house and superintending the oneservant; she never went abroad, and took the air in the littlegarden entered through the glass door of the sitting-room. Twentyyears previously, when her husband died, she sold his business tohis best workman, who gave his master's widow work enough to earna daily wage of thirty sous. She had made every sacrifice toeducate her son. At all costs, he should occupy a higher stationthan his father before him; and now she was proud of herAesculapius, she believed in him, and sacrificed everything tohim as before. She was happy to take care of him, to work and putby a little money, and dream of nothing but his welfare, and lovehim with an intelligent love of which every mother is notcapable. For instance, Mme. Poulain remembered that she had beena working girl. She would not injure her son's prospects; heshould not be ashamed by his mother (for the good woman's grammarwas something of the same kind as Mme. Cibot's); and for this reason she kept in the background, andwent to her room of her own accord if any distinguished patientcame to consult the doctor, or if some old schoolfellow orfellow-student chanced to call. Dr. Poulain had never hadoccasion to blush for the mother whom he revered; and thissublime love of hers more than atoned for a defectiveeducation. 2ff7e9595c