This movie was baffling and felt like one long film of the dancers in Out 1: Spectre. A little plot about a newly discovered Jane Austen play establishes a rivalry between two drama teachers … it isn’t worth your time to see it and certainly a waste of my time to try and make any sense of it.
The film takes place entirely within the apartment of a Maharaja’s daughter who lives in the UK. She invites her dead father’s former tutor to the apartment for an afternoon of reminiscing. She remembers her father like a god, whereas the tutor remembers a great man. It’s not that great, but it is a bearable film exercise made so by the great James Mason who plays the tutor. Approach this film with caution.
This is how you adapt turn of the century British literature. It doesn’t have to be boring, but it also doesn’t have to be so slick and modern that all feeling is lost. I’m talking about you The Wings Of The Dove. It’s about a girl who goes to Italy, falls for a guy, returns to England to find him her new neighbor, and must do a dance around her family and another potential fiancee till she makes a decision. Being from Merchant Ivory, the beauty of the sets is a given. The acting is good and an early Daniel Day-Lewis plays against type as a pretentious upper crust suitor. It’s fun and I recommend it.