The Invisible Woman

Felicity Jones gives a strong depiction of repressed emotion. Up against Fiennes' Dickens -- all bonhomie, energy, mercurial self-consciousness -- she's a melancholy figure.

The Invisible Woman , overall, is a film of intelligence and subtlety, and Jones's performance as Nelly reflects exactly those qualities - she brings Nelly, with all her complexities, doubts and conflicted loyalties, vividly to life.

Fiennes and his team recreate 19th-century England with a precision that, in its more stifling moments, rekindles memories of Merchant Ivory.

[Felicity Jones'] gorgeously vulnerable, yet seductively secretive performance is generously allowed to be the star turn by a twinkly-eyed Fiennes (who also, elegantly, directs).

Expressing much while often saying little, Jones proves once again to be a mesmerising screen presence, a performer behind whose face you can see the most complex and subtle thought processes at work.

Dickensians will love it. Most everybody else will find is passes the time very agreeably.

Comes with great expectations, most of which, unfortunately are not met.

A dark, brooding piece, Fiennes's film is a fairly trite and superficial rendering of an episode in the life of one of the greatest and most popular writers of all time...

Love period pieces. Love Ralph Fiennes. Pacing is a little off and is frustrating to the watching the plot unfold.

I am in awe of The Invisible Woman.