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VALMONT<br />
Reviews<br />
Sfonijig Colin Firth, Annette Bening, Meg Tilly, Henry Thomas,<br />
Jeffrey Jones, and Fairuza Balk-<br />
Produced by Paul Rassma Written hy Jean-Claude Catriere.<br />
Directed hy Milos Forman<br />
An Orion release. Historical drama, rated R Running Time:<br />
138 min Screening date: 10/24/89.<br />
Anyone in Hollywood will tell you that costume dramas<br />
based" on obscure 18th-century novels are boxoffice anathema.<br />
And yet in the last 12 months, two versions of the same epistolary<br />
18th-century novel, and a French one at that, have been<br />
turned into major studio films. Go figure.<br />
Stephen Frears' "Dangerous Liaisons" was a mild boxoffice<br />
success, due primarily, one supposes, to the star appeal of<br />
John Malkovich, Glenn Close and Michelle Pfeiffer in its lead<br />
roles. It was a wicked, ironic film, difficult to interpret in its<br />
More lush but not as captivating as "Dangerous<br />
Liaisons," this alternate version of the same story also<br />
lacks star power. Look for strong critical support but<br />
modest boxoffice.<br />
tone, and did not make a compelling case for the Choderlos de<br />
Laclos novel on which it was based. Now Milos Forman (director<br />
of "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest," "Hair," "Ragtime,"<br />
"Amadeus") has made "Valmont" based on the same material,<br />
without the big stars, without the cynical tone, with a lot<br />
more costume, pomp, music, and that sort of thing, and with a<br />
slightly less appealing and interesting result.<br />
It's hard to think or talk about "Valmont" without constantly<br />
referring back to Frears' film, and without finding the newer<br />
film to be less worthwhile. For starters, almost everyone in<br />
the earlier film is corrupt or corruptible, whereas "Valmont"<br />
features a world of slightly dippy people who happen to be<br />
rich and adulterous. "Dangerous Liaisons" was claustrophobic,<br />
with characters often scurrying around like chess pieces.<br />
"Valmont" occupies all of Paris and its environs, with carriages,<br />
duels, huge balls and weddings displayed in a more<br />
open, breathing environment. "Dangerous Liaisons" was very<br />
literary. "Valmont" is plainer, the language much easier to<br />
follow. Jean Claude Carriere has written in lots of extras who<br />
have lots of silly pratfalls and one-liners to perform, and his<br />
script hasn't nearly the strict architecture of Christopher<br />
Hampton's for Frears. Carriere's characters disappear for<br />
large chunks of time (the film is by far the longer), and when<br />
they reemerge it isn't necessarily good news.<br />
The acting in Frears's film was strange — quasi-comic, quasi-evil,<br />
quasi-droll You could never be sure what the characters<br />
meant or how the actors felt about it. There is no such<br />
complexity in the Forman film. It is a straightforward and<br />
plain in its tone as was "Amadeus," and, although often quite<br />
good, the performances aren't as absorbing as those in "Dangerous<br />
Liaisons," because we don't know the actors in "Valmont"<br />
so well. It's interesting to watch John Malkovich as an<br />
18th-century count. It is not as compelling to watch new faces<br />
in new roles. This is not, by the way, to detract from the fine<br />
work of Annette Bening as the Marquise de Merteuil (the<br />
Glenn Close role), of Meg Tilly as Madame de Tourvel (the<br />
Michelle Pfeiffer role), or of Colin Firth, who handles much of<br />
the role of Valmont well. But there isn't quite the same edge<br />
— people aren't acting against type because they don't have<br />
types to begin with. They fit more naturally into the text but<br />
they also vanish into it more completely.<br />
To be fair, the plots of the two films are so dissimilar that<br />
they may as well have been based on two distinct works.<br />
"Valmont" is mostly concerned with the romance of young<br />
Cecile Volange and her music teacher Danceny. Valmont and<br />
Merteuil, the licentious plotters who were the center of<br />
Frears' film, are relegated to large but peripheral roles. Even<br />
more brusquely treated is Meg Tilly's Tourvel, who is not the<br />
pious, faithful wife played by Michelle Pfeiffer, but rather a<br />
naive rube, whose entrapment would appear a piece of cake.<br />
The whole thing is pretty timid stuff, especially given predecessor.<br />
"Valmont" is a Hollywood film, the sort of thing that occasions<br />
much breasting-beating around Oscar time. "Dangerous<br />
Liaisons" is something other, something, in retrospect, pretty<br />
good. "Valmont" is lovely, lovely, lovely, but hollow at its<br />
center. Frears' film was hollow too, but it was a hollowness<br />
bom of nihilism, whereas Forman's film is hollow because it is<br />
shallow. Both films warp their original source by making a<br />
20th-century film of it, but whereas Frears and Hampton modernized<br />
the material with existentialism and drollness,<br />
Forman and Carriere commercialize it with gilt and soap.<br />
"Dangerous Liaisons" wasn't quite good enough to make you<br />
read the book "Valmont" isn't quite good enough to make you<br />
read the novelization.<br />
Rated R for sexual situations.— Shawn Levy<br />
SHOCKER<br />
Starring Mitch Pileggi, Peter Berg. Michael Murphy, and Cami<br />
Cooper<br />
Produced by Marianne Maddalena and Barin Kumar Written<br />
and directed by Wes Craven.<br />
A Universal release Hoiror, rated R Running Time: 110 mm<br />
Screening date: 10/24/89<br />
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that his first child, Freddy Krueger, has grown up into a hellbom<br />
Henny Youngman whose films (directed, it often seems,<br />
on spec) consistently outgross (in all senses) his own, talented<br />
director Wes Craven now gives birth to Horace Pinker, an<br />
anarchic brute who butchers whole families for the sheer love<br />
of slaughter. "Shocker," Pinker's debut, is a ripper of a birth<br />
announcement. Part "Blue Velvet," part "Max Headroom,"<br />
part even of the best of the "Nightmare on Elm Street" films,<br />
it continually bolts in surprising directions, drunk on its terror,<br />
nerve and wit Craven loses control at times, with some poor<br />
casting ( Imii ( ,s aiul writing particularly evident, but the ener-<br />
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