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...order to highlight Song's femininity and modesty, the other women in the film are reduced to playing caricatures of brassy, tacky European womanhood. Gallimard's wife (Barbara Sukowa) spends most of her onscreen time wiping her runny nose and looking pasty. Annabel Leventon, as a European diplomat's wife with whom Gallimard has an "extra-extra-marital affair," gets similar treatment. Bleached blonde and sporting a leathery tan, she perches naked on a bed and smirks at Gallimard, "Come and get it." In case you don't get the point of all this, the script is there to help...
...shot since he got his varsity letter in video kick boxing. He drives me crazy the way he does 15 things at once, watching the ball game on one corner of the screen, visiting Bangkok on another, jumping to whatever wild file server his punk videobot digs up. These onscreen hosts are supposed to learn more as they get to know your tastes, but I swear his gets dumber...
...lawbreaking as economic hard times hit; New York City as a laboratory for the new relationship between Washington and local government. The people interviewed are not, by and large, major players but ordinary folks -- former sharecroppers, union organizers, journalists, a White House butler. ( PAUL EDWARDS, HOBO, reads one onscreen identification, surely a TV first...
...stage, John Dexter's sumptuously stylized production transformed tabloid headlines into a potent truism: the heart sees what it sees. Onscreen, the opera singer's gender is never in question; his 5 o'clock shadow gives him away to everyone but the diplomat. Jeremy Irons tries manfully, and John Lone womanfully, to give real life to the characters, but the close-ups defeat them. So do some unlikely plot points: the defendant and his accuser are put alone to undress and wrestle in a police wagon; the diplomat daubs himself as Madama Butterfly before a rapt audience -- of French convicts...
...stage, John Dexter's sumptuously stylized production transformed tabloid headlines into a potent truism: that the heart sees what it sees. Onscreen, the opera singer's gender is never in question; his 5 o'clock shadow gives him away to everyone but the diplomat. Jeremy Irons tries manfully, and John Lone womanfully, to give real life to the characters, but the close-ups defeat them. So do some unlikely plot points: the defendant and his accuser are put alone to undress and wrestle in a police wagon; the diplomat daubs himself as Madama Butterfly before a rapt audience -- of French...