A film loosely based on real killings that took place in 18th Century France but still feels like pure hokum for reasons I won’t spoil. Some awkward camera movements and jarring editing early on make it hard to settle comfortably into proceedings. The messy story, the frequent use of slow motion at inappropriate moments, the lengthy running time and Mark Dacascos being miscast as a Native American don’t help matters.
It succeeds in other ways. Some of the actors play their role well. There’s a narration that functions like a confessional and the lighting gives everything a rich, sumptuous quality. It's beautiful but dull.
2½ old prejudices out of 5
1 comment:
a solid 4 from me.
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