It is Kate Winslet's face and Kate Winslet's face alone that looks out from the cover of the new "now a major motion picture" paperback edition of Bernhard Schlink's exceptional novel, "The Reader," and that's as it should be.
For though "The Reader" costars the gifted Ralph Fiennes and gives a lot of screen time to a young actor named David Kross, it is Winslet's haunting performance that gives the film what success it has.
Schlink's memorable book, a powerhouse story of guilt and responsibility that has connections to the Holocaust, was a huge international success when it was published in 1995. It was translated into 40 languages and became the first German novel to get to No. 1 on the New York Times bestseller list.
It's taken this long to get "The Reader" to the screen in part because of the exigencies of the movie business and in part because it is not the simplest story to film. Though it has a potent story, "The Reader" is easily as philosophical as it is melodramatic, as deeply involved with what goes on in the mind of its narrator as it is in what he does.
In attempting to solve this problem, screenwriter (and accomplished playwright) David Hare and director Stephen Daldry ("The Hours") have in part frittered away the story's emotional force. It is only, frankly, the strength of Winslet's performance that rises above conventional surroundings and makes "The Reader" the experience it should be.
That narrator is Michael Berg, introduced in the Germany of 1995 as a successful attorney played by Fiennes. Successful Berg might be, but he is also enigmatic, distant and not very open, as he apologetically explains at one point to his estranged daughter.
Extensive flashbacks, alternating with more modern scenes, show how Berg got that way. In 1958, when he was 15, he was stricken with scarlet fever (inexplicably changed from the book's hepatitis) on a German street and helped home by a strange woman (Winslet) in front of whose apartment building he collapsed.
Once Berg has recovered, he goes to find the woman, whose name is Hanna, to thank her. She is 36, more than twice his age, but that doesn't prevent a kind of charge passing between them and doesn't stop Hanna from almost immediately seducing the boy.
