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A Handful of Dust (Charles Sturridge, 1988) Cast: James Wilby, Kristin Scott Thomas, Rupert Graves, Judi Dench, Alec Guinness, Anjelica Huston, Pip Torrens, Stephen Fry, Jackson Kyle, Christopher Godwin. Screenplay: Tim Sullivan, Derek Granger, Charles Sturridge, based on a novel by Evelyn Waugh. Cinematography: Peter Hannan. Production design: Eileen Diss, Chris Townsend. Film editing: Peter Coulson. Music: George Fenton. Evelyn Waugh's A Handful of Dust is a sharp-edged, cold-hearted satirical novel whose plot turns on the death of a child. Any adaptation needs to be willing to be as ruthless as the novelist in its portrait of the feckless upper classes of Great Britain in the period between two World Wars, but instead Charles Sturridge's version gives us yet another handsomely mounted, elegantly clad film in the Merchant Ivory vein -- without the intelligence of Ismail Merchant's producing, James Ivory's direction, and particularly Ruth Prawer Jhabvala's screenplays, which managed to capture the tone of the novels they adapted with precision. Its leads, James Wilby as the ill-fated Tony Last and Kristin Scott Thomas as his unfaithful wife, Brenda, are handsome but a little too attractive to capture the fatal emptiness of the characters. Scott Thomas almost suggests the depths of Brenda's vanity in the crucial scene in which she receives the news of her young son's death -- at first she thinks she's being told that her lover has died, but when she hears that it's her son, she impulsively mutters, "Oh, thank God," before realizing the enormity of what she has just said. Unfortunately, Sturridge hasn't prepared us for the moment -- he has made Brenda too engaging a character for so wicked a reaction. Nor has Sturridge allowed Tony to be enough of a silly ass for him to deserve the fate he receives at the end of the film. The supporting players fare better: Rupert Graves lets us know from the start that John Beaver is a callow gold-digger; Judi Dench is suitably brassy as his upwardly mobile mother; and Alec Guinness makes a convincingly subtle monster out of Mr. Todd. Anjelica Huston brings her usual smartness to what amounts to a cameo role as Mrs. Rattery, a rich American whose perspective on the Brits and their preoccupation with class and the past opens Tony's eyes, even if a bit too late. Unfortunately, any substance that the film carries over from Waugh's novel has been slicked over with glossy production values and sapped by a timidity about depicting the characters as sharply as the author did.
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