Although it's based on the true story of the illegitimate daughter of a Royal Navy captain and an enslaved African woman, Amma Asante's Belle's richest inspiration comes from a painting. A 1779 double portrait hanging at Scone Palace in Scotland, it shows a pretty blond teenager decked out in typical late-18th-century finery, gazing pleasantly enough at the viewer in that posh-person way. But the figure to her right, a dark-skinned young woman in an equally fine but much less constricting gown, is the real showstopper: Abowl of fruit cradled in her left arm, she appears to be dashing out of the frame, on her way to someplace much more exciting than this noble but staid square of canvas. She wears a pearl necklace, as her companion does. But herheadgear is a turban decorated with a rakish plume, a world away from the standard-issue wreath of pink flowers perched on her friend'shair.
The blond girl is pretty; the maiden of color is dazzling. There's laughter in her eyes, not as if she's hiding a joke from us, but sharing one. And if the portraitist, possibly unsure exactly how to introduce this girl to the world, presents her as an "exotic," the suggestion is that she and her blond compatriot are friends and equals. It's impossible to see this grand and mysterious picture and not want to know her story.
That's exactly how screenwriter Misan Sagay fell into writing the script for Belle, which is highly and unapologetically fictionalized: Very little is known about the black woman in the painting, Dido Elizabeth Belle, who as a young girl was sent by her father to Hampstead to be raised by her great uncle, William Murray, the Earl of Mansfield. In Belle, that happens in an early, tender scene, in which the child Belle is dropped off at a great English mansion by her father (Matthew Goode, whose good-natured gravitas helps improve nearly any movie he steps into). He then disappears, leaving her new guardians, Lord and Lady Mansfield (Tom Wilkinson and Emily Watson), to briefly cluck over the color of her skin before fully accepting her into their household along with the other grandniece a different nephew has dropped into their care.
The little girls grow into young women: Dido (Gugu Mbatha-Raw) and Elizabeth (Sarah Gadon), the movie versions of the girls in the painting, become as close as sisters. The most compelling twist of Belle, a plot point so intensely dramatic that you couldn't make it up, is that Lord Mansfield, in his capacity as Lord Chief Justice, is about to rule on a case that would become a fulcrum for the abolitionist movement: The 1781 Zong massacre, in which Africans being transported to England on a slave ship were killed by the crew, ostensibly because there wasn't enough drinking water onboard for crew and "cargo." The Zong's owners tried to claim insurance money for the loss of (human) property, and after the insurers refused, the case reached the high court, to be overseen by Lord Mansfield. You can just imagine how much chin-stroking Wilkinson, a master chin-stroker if ever there was one, gets to do as his character ponders this knotty issue, considering that a member of his own family could very easily have wound up a slave.
There's a great story here, but Asante — who has made one previous feature, the 2004 drama A Way of Life — can't quite harness its power. Belle is handsome-looking, shot in golden, faded-brocade tones by Ben Smithard, but it moves stiffly, encumbered by too many petticoats of expository dialogue. Mbatha-Raw — who has played Ophelia onstage opposite Jude Law, and who also appeared in Tom Hanks's dreadful Larry Crowne — tries to bring the right proportions of elegance and warmth to the role, but she can't bust out of the movie's overpolished costume-drama conception.
At the very least, Belle does try to deal with the possible complexities of Dido's position in this aristocratic family. Asante addresses, delicately but resolutely, the fact, drawn from records of the time, that Dido was not allowed to dine with her family when guests were being entertained, though she would appear afterward for coffee. In real life, might Dido have been treated as a lady's companion, rather than as Elizabeth Murray's equal? That 1779 portrait doesn't make Dido's role in the family completely clear: Her almost-Grecian dress and that jaunty turban do set her apart from her more conventionally appointed friend; she is equal but separate.
But the painting does show a kinship between the girls that defies any generally accepted social conventions of the day. Strangely, the version of the painting that Belle gives us is very different, a dull, conventional portrait that shows Dido and Elizabeth, both in the conventional dress of the era, looking like sorority soulmates. This movie painting, unlike the original, has no effervescence or energy; it harbors no complicated secrets. And it certainly doesn't show a young black woman in a turban.
Belle may have been inspired by a striking feat of portraiture, but that portrait is also the movie's undoing. Its vision is puny by comparison. Asante may have worried that showing Dido in that turban would prove too complicated for modern viewers, who might automatically read — or, rather, misread — the image as evidence that Dido must have been nothing more than an exotic pet for the Mansfield family. But real life, not to mention history, is so much more complicated than that. Painting over it isn't the answer.