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- Apr. 18, 1994: Cinema:Hacienda Melodrama
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- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1994
- Apr. 18, 1994 Is It All Over for Smokers?
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- <source>Time Magazine</source>
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- THE ARTS & MEDIA, Page 73
- Cinema
- Hacienda Melodrama
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- <p>The House of the Spirits is stilted and cliched, but fine performances
- and an honorable gravity give it merit
- </p>
- <p>By Richard Schickel
- </p>
- <p> When Esteban the patron (Jeremy Irons) wakes up horny, saddles
- his horse and goes out to rape a peasant, you just know this
- isn't going to turn out to be an idle incident. A little later,
- when he is outraged at discovering his prepubescent daughter
- Blanca skinny-dipping with Pedro, his estancia foreman's son,
- you sense that moment too is going to have its consequences
- somewhere down the plot line. For from its opening frames, The
- House of the Spirits announces itself as one of those sagas
- in which there are no accidents, only portents of big-time ironies
- to come.
- </p>
- <p> Sure enough, Blanca grows up to be a rebellious Winona Ryder,
- and Pedro turns into a revolutionary played by Antonio Banderas
- (of Philadelphia)--enemy of the privileges Esteban holds dear,
- progenitor (out of wedlock) of the granddaughter he holds dearer
- still. When the fascists stage their inevitable coup, it is,
- of course, the bastard Esteban begot in that long-ago dawn who
- turns up trying to torture Blanca into revealing Pedro's whereabouts.
- </p>
- <p> For this two-hour film, Isabel Allende's complex, stylish novel
- has of necessity been stripped to its working parts. Yet the
- thing works in its goofy way, mainly because Bille August (of
- Pelle the Conqueror) is a man of apparently dauntless conviction.
- He has written and directed every scene with serene authority,
- somehow compelling your belief in what he's doing through his
- own sublime self-confidence.
- </p>
- <p> His spirit is especially infectious to actors. Take Meryl Streep,
- for instance. In the early passages she's obliged to play a
- woman half her age, and one blessed with precognitive powers
- too. Later on, she turns up as a ghost. But she just sails gloriously
- through both incarnations, utterly untroubled by doubts in herself
- or August's enterprise. That's true of her co-stars too. When
- Irons ages, he adopts an oddly strangled tone that should make
- you want to laugh. But it doesn't--at least while the movie's
- on. Glenn Close as his ferociously virginal sister has to work
- pretty near Mel Brooks country (Remember Cloris Leachman in
- Young Frankenstein?), but she keeps burrowing toward the character's
- repressed pain--and quite touchingly reveals it. And if Ryder
- is the headstrong heiress of a thousand movies, the simple clarity
- of her playing redeems the cliche.
- </p>
- <p> So it goes--on through fortune-hunting playboys and good-hearted
- whores, down to the last oppressed peon. Everything they do
- and say has been done and said before. But they simply refuse
- to admit it. The result is not epic cinema as David Lean defined
- it but as Bette Davis used to play it at Warner Bros.--where
- history was a branch of melodrama and the subtler emotions were
- Xed out on the second-draft screenplay.
- </p>
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