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#eva green's scenes in part i would fit into a gifset
cantsayidont · 4 months
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PRISCILLA: Sofia Coppola feature adaptation of Priscilla Presley's memoir is what a British magazine I used to read would have called "a real spot-the-point exercise." It's attractively composed, but totally lacking in story, characterization, themes, or thesis. The real Priscilla executive-produced, which may be why the film has so little to say about her marrying Elvis at 17 (other than to politely observe her parents' seemingly impotent disapproval), their drug use, or either of them as people. However, that doesn't explain the blank-faced performances of Cailee Spaeny and Jacob Elordi, who seem to be in the film solely to have something on which to hang the various vintage outfits. I have no strong feelings about Elvis Presley one way or the other, but Elordi's sleepy caricature has precisely none of the sexual charisma that made the real Elvis a star. Just read a book — even the most fawning Elvis bio will have more substance than this empty film.
THE THREE MUSKETEERS PART I: D'ARTAGNAN: Given how many times the venerable Dumas classic has been filmed over the years, you'd think someone would at least occasionally do a proper job of it, but this grimy and disagreeable new French version certainly isn't it. The rolled-in-mud mise-en-scène should come with a complimentary package of Wet-Naps; the casting is lifeless and frequently inappropriate (Vincent Cassel is a somnambulistic and elderly Athos, while Éric Ruf is the dullest screen Richelieu in conscious memory); and there's a grievous lack of humor, charm, or sophistication. Worse, screenwriters Matthieu Delaporte and Alexandre de La Patellière thought they could improve on the original Dumas plot and were sorely, sorely mistaken. The biggest problem with the book, as regards film and TV adaptations, is that there's simply too much going on even for four hours of screen time; while omitting sections of the original plot is perhaps inevitable, trying to pad it out with non-Dumas nonsense does no one any favors. This dreary and tiresome film is nearly as wrongheaded as the stupid 2011 Paul W.S. Anderson version and is no fun at all — a deadly sin when it comes to THE THREE MUSKETEERS — with few virtues beyond the frustratingly brief glimpses of Eva Green, suitably fetching as Milady de Winter (who presumably will be more prominently featured in Part II). Stick with the 1973–1974 Richard Lester movies, which also take liberties with the plot, but are actually fun, and exceptionally well-cast if inevitably very English. Even the decaffeinated 1948 American version (with Gene Kelly as D'Artagnan) is better than the new one.
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