Somehow, Vikander sells it all, not with braying and big gestures, but with vulnerability, sincerity and the sort of ethereal realness that can't be quantified. More, please, more.
Though the movie at times feels oddly unfinished (you wonder what Miranda Richardson, in a tiny role as an Oxford professor, is there for), it's artful and moving.
As a story, it evokes a word that no battlefield nurse would ever apply to her experiences: sterile.
Testament of Youth isn't a typical biopic; it's a heartfelt manual on forging ahead.
In what is a well-acted but fairly typical prestige period drama, it's Vikander's nuanced performance as the resolute but still-vulnerable Vera who gives the film its depth.
This is Vikander's film and she is very good here.
Just once, it would be refreshing to see Britain look like something other than a country-living catalogue.
J. R. Jones
Vera Brittain's celebrated memoir of the British home front in World War I gets a polished Masterpiece Theatre treatment that fails to diminish the story's wrenching emotional content.
It looks and sounds right, but feels wrong. Or at least, not enough.