Monday, January 23, 2006
The Red Violin
Fine musical performances abound. The presentation is beautiful
throughout. So what's the problem? The main character is, shall we say,
wooden. The only consistent presence here, start to finish, is the
titular instrument. It's a fine piece of workmanship to be sure, and
capable of extraordinary things in the right hands--but movie viewers
connect with human beings, not objects. The characters in this film do
not stick around long enough to build a relationship between persona and
viewer. The collection of vignettes is artfully shown, and some may
enjoy the pathos of the tale(s), but I suspect most viewers will not
appreciate the lack of human connection.
Labels:
Drama,
Foreign,
Greta Scacchi,
MEOW,
Music,
Mystery,
R,
Samuel L. Jackson
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