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www.salon.com - : Whenever a beloved book, or even just a well-respected one, gets made into a movie, people who love books and the words inside them automatically feel a degree of apprehension. If we're honest, we might admit that the question isn't always so much ''Will the movie fail to capture my sense of this book?'' as much as ''Will the movie, simply by virtue of being a movie and not a book, disappoint me?'' more...
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www.filmthreat.com - : I recently had the opportunity to watch this art house classic in an actual art house, the Walter Reade Theater in New York’s Lincoln Center. It’s a wonderful repertory house with fair projection, fair sound, and plush reclining seats. The popcorn didn’t smell so stale either. The theater was packed (third showing) with a combination of gore-freaks, art-house geeks, and Julliard students taking time off from their busy schedules to partake in the human peep show that was Andrzej Zulawski’s life at the time. Coming off of a brutal divorce, Zulawski put pen to paper and created a tract for young marrieds teetering on the brink of acrimony. His identity completely submerged within subtext (within subtext), Zulawski tells a fairly complicated (or “difficult” as Adjani’s character, Anna, would say) story of a man who cannot bear to let his wife go as she pursues an affair with a mysterious lover, which turns out to be a hideous creature born of her carnality. Sam Neill is effective as Mark, Anna’s super-spy husband, who hires a detective to track her down and find the lair of her lover. When the detective fails to check in, Mark gets even more suspicious as he slowly loses his mind and joins his wife in collective dementia. more...
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