Monday, 18 January 2016
Doctor Faustus (1967)
The demon Mephistopheles is a memorable character. But Burton's Faustus not so much; his delivery is often flat and overly-rehearsed.
Liz appears in various silly guises any time a woman to be desired is needed, but she speaketh not and her inclusion makes the whole thing feel more like a weird commentary on the couple's turbulent private life than it does a struggle of conscience for the soul of the tragic doctor. To be frank, it's a train wreck at times, or, considering the era and pace, a horse drawn cart wreck.
2 professed depths out of 5