Given that writer/director Armando Iannucci has made a name for himself primarily within satirical comedy – his work includes such broad comedy gems as The Death of Stalin, In The Loop, and TV’s Veep – the work of Charles Dickens doesn’t feel like the most organic trajectory. Â But once you forcefully scratch the surface, you realise that the filmmaker’s penchant for stretching absurdity out of his material is perfectly in tune with Dickens’ thinly-veiled autobiography.
Out with the bleak landscape of traditional Dickens work and in with a kinetic vibrancy that speaks to Iannucci’s own brand, The Personal History of David Copperfield ironically never feels that personal at all. Â There’s an alarming briskness to the story that we as an audience rarely are afforded the time to process each showcased moment of the titular character’s life. Â This seeming unbalance between the comedic and the dramatic moments both landing for impact may irk viewers seeking something more pure or traditional – even the underlying theme of classism is never really expanded upon – but the positivity that abounds within the story allows Iannucci’s impeccable cast to run wild with their non-traditional embodiments of the characters.

As David Copperfield (or is that Daisy? Or Trotwood? It’s hard to keep up with all the monikers he’s afforded throughout), Dev Patel embraces a humbleness that immediately warms us to him. Â Creative and compassionate, he’s a man not driven by wealth, and seeks merely to hone his own identity – a quest not helped by the numerous aforementioned nicknames he earns across the years as he weaves in and out of various social circles. Â In a story as grand as his – we follow him from a young boy escaping the clutches of his abusive stepfather (Darren Boyd) through to his aunt (a wonderfully wild Tilda Swinton) financing his desires to be a writer, by way of lodging with an-ever growing family of creditor-evaders (led by the suitably cooky Peter Capaldi) – Patel keeps proceedings grounded, allowing his proven co-stars to run free with their character interpretations.
In covering so much ground in a relatively short period of time though (it runs an acceptable 119 minutes, it feels remarkably quick), the film perhaps does itself a disservice in that Iannucci has clearly bonded with the material, and in not wanting to part with any specific details has given us too much to digest; one can’t help but wonder how much more fitting a TV series format would’ve been. Â All that being said however, this rags-to-riches-to-rags-again tale has such a blistering mentality and a genuine heart that it’s hard to not want to indulge in the film’s refreshing take on the material; and, really, any film that allows us the opportunity to view Tilda Swinton expressing her distain for donkeys has to be worth a division of a pass.







