‘Dance First’ Review: Beckett Encounters Himself

It may well be that the happiest day of Samuel Beckett’s boyhood was when he flew a kite with his father. It may also be that one of his great regrets was not winning the approval of his disciplinarian mother.

Even if true, these details argue for printing the legend. “Dance First,” a Beckett biopic from James Marsh (“The Theory of Everything”), offers simple explanations for the career of a writer whose output famously resists explaining. The movie, written by Neil Forsyth, was surely intended as a tribute, but it plays more like an effort to reduce Beckett to easily comprehensible terms — the sort of terms he most likely would have resisted.

This largely black-and-white film opens in 1969, with Beckett (played at that age by Gabriel Byrne) receiving the Nobel Prize. Beckett, uncomfortable with the event, climbs a ladder up the proscenium and escapes, only to encounter … himself, also played by Byrne. As a framing device, Beckett will interrogate Beckett. The back-and-forth owes more to Freudian psychoanalysis than “Waiting for Godot.”

We meet Beckett’s mother (Lisa Dwyer Hogg), who disdains his writing. In Paris, where Fionn O’Shea portrays the playwright as a young man, Beckett butters up James Joyce (Aidan Gillen) and becomes an unhappy companion for Joyce’s daughter, Lucia (Grainne Good). Beckett’s affection for his eventual wife, Suzanne (Léonie Lojkine, and then Sandrine Bonnaire), is seen as complicated by a long-running affair with the translator Barbara Bray (Maxine Peake), who lies in bed with Beckett praising the genius of that new play in which “nothing happens.”

The film attributes its title to advice that Beckett ostensibly gave a student, but the line also appears in “Godot”: “Perhaps he could dance first and think afterwards,” Estragon says. This movie — snazzy but empty — embodies those words all too readily.

Dance First
Not Rated. Running time: 1 hour 40 minutes. In theaters.