In Mike Leigh's new film, motherhood is a very tricky business.

Secrets and Lies 

In Mike Leigh's new film, motherhood is a very tricky business.

How does Mike Leigh do it? While the years pass, film fashions come and go and Hollywood churns its commercial pap, Leigh makes his films, tracking the intricacies of the lower-class English family with the patience of a man cutting diamonds. So what gives? He must know he has something good on his hands.

With Vera Drake, his latest film, Leigh skirts a new, dangerous arena -- the morality play. The movie is about family, sure enough, and about the differences between the happy and the sad varieties. But the story, which takes place in 1950, involves a woman who performs illegal abortions. That's quite a load to carry, for the woman as well as for the movie. When Vera Drake falters, which it rarely does, it wobbles because, at least at moments, the politics of its Oscar-nominated writer-director are rendered too explicitly, robbing the characters of some of their humanity and cracking the illusion that the film has otherwise rendered with exquisite care.

It isn't fair to mention these small faults at the top of a review, though, especially when the film is a gem. Vera Drake is so patient, assiduous and attentive to emotional accuracy that it betrays the utter sloth of most of what we see when we go to the movies. Leigh's writing is at its finest, and the acting is so solid as to be invisible. Leigh has invented a complete world, locating the universal in the very precision of the local. And his compassion for people of both genders, any class and any race is refreshing. Even the policemen are afforded their humanity.

As the film opens, the fiftyish Vera Drake (Oscar nominee Imelda Staunton) returns from an errand, mounting the steps to her gloomy set of rooms with unaccountable cheer. We meet her family: kind husband (Phil Davis), awkward daughter (Alex Kelly) and spirited son (Daniel Mays). Her children are young adults; we understand that they live at home because the family is poor and because it is 1950 in England, when children did not leave until they married. In the next few minutes, Leigh paints a portrait of a happy family, four people who share dinner with amiable companionship. They like each other, and that is enough for them.

As the film unfolds, we meet another family, or part of it: a rich woman whose mansion Vera cleans and Susan (Sally Hawkins), the woman's daughter. When Susan tells her mother that she has a date, the response is ice: "You're looking very flat-chested." In short order, Susan's date rapes her and leaves her pregnant. (Leigh is never afraid to make a bad situation worse.) What to do?

Susan's story runs parallel to the central plot, which belongs to Vera. Vera is not merely a domestic; when her day is through, she meets urgent women in squalid apartments and performs an act that she refers to as "helping young girls out." Using a rubber syringe, Vera injects a solution of soap, disinfectant and hot water into the girls' vaginas, with the aim of inducing miscarriage -- though Vera never says that word, just as she never says "abortion." She performs her work with a light efficiency that calms some girls and fails to comfort others. Either way, Vera scarcely notices. She inhabits a brand of benign denial that feels both right for her task and vaguely alarming. And indeed, doesn't she always leave before the difficulty begins? A day or two after the procedure, the young woman feels "a pain down there" and begins to bleed. Vera never sees it.

Secrets must out, and the film takes its turn toward high drama exactly halfway through, when the police show up at the Drakes' apartment to question Vera. From then on, everything rolls downhill, which should not surprise but does, perhaps because so few films are willing to allow the entire course of events to go to shit. The lengthy denouement may be too maudlin for some audiences, the misery is plentiful, and the fierce loyalty of Vera's husband might strike others as slightly absurd. But what comes through is a great deal of emotional truth, particularly in Vera's case. As events progress, we learn just how unable she has been to face the dark side of her work. As she is forced to confront it, we watch her break down under its weight.

Susan's story has a happier ending, one that is responsible for the most chilling edit in recent cinema. In a film in which nearly every character is burdened by what she can't say, Susan almost speaks. There is a moment, sitting with her mother, when her mouth quivers on the verge of revelation. But the camera cuts away, and all is silence.

The juxtaposition of rich and poor is a bit programmatic and ultimately moralizing (translation: Anti-abortion laws are bad and hurt the poor). But Leigh's actors rise above it. In particular, Staunton's Vera is magnificent, a little bundle of English cheer concealing a gaping wound. The second half of the film requires a virtuoso performance, and she delivers it.

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