Lucifer has come out of hiding and steps up to make the world remember. Science has become the Evil of Men, and Beëlzebub cannot allow it. When He returns, the cripple shall walk, leading the innocents to their death. Thou shall behold He Who Has Returned in the form of Jeff Goldblum and His mysterious ways. He who is everywhere, in the minds of others, in the flesh of none. He who loves to cook, but shall not be seen eating. Slayer of adults, children, women and men. Serial killer turned mental patient revealed as the Devil himself. No man of faith shall challenge him, but a woman of reason. Thy eyes shall shine the Cross, when His influence beckons thee.
I was thoroughly amused by this movie. It utters profound monologues, insufferable dialogues and occasional lines of pointed finesse. An inappropriate musical score pushes it more towards the danger-zone of silliness. A romantic entanglement between a psychiatrist turned believer and a detective turned saint cringes the unfolding plot painfully. But there are several things quite in place in this movie, and Vincent Schiavelli's cameo is one of them... or not one of them. All possible redeeming qualities aside, in the end MR. FROST is saved by a gracious sense of devilry provided by Jeff Goldblum. He is stronger than passing time. No matter what the outcome, Evil prevails. Or at least, doubt remains.
MR. FROST is a France/UK co-production from 1990 and it somehow looks and feels like... a France/UK co-production from 1990. All this I previously wrote is true and present during 104 minutes, but a veil of minimalistic artiness might shield one's eye from it. A rather weird film, out of the ordinary, unique even, slightly unsettling, but (unintended) too light-hearted for its own good, that it is.
I was thoroughly amused by this movie. It utters profound monologues, insufferable dialogues and occasional lines of pointed finesse. An inappropriate musical score pushes it more towards the danger-zone of silliness. A romantic entanglement between a psychiatrist turned believer and a detective turned saint cringes the unfolding plot painfully. But there are several things quite in place in this movie, and Vincent Schiavelli's cameo is one of them... or not one of them. All possible redeeming qualities aside, in the end MR. FROST is saved by a gracious sense of devilry provided by Jeff Goldblum. He is stronger than passing time. No matter what the outcome, Evil prevails. Or at least, doubt remains.
MR. FROST is a France/UK co-production from 1990 and it somehow looks and feels like... a France/UK co-production from 1990. All this I previously wrote is true and present during 104 minutes, but a veil of minimalistic artiness might shield one's eye from it. A rather weird film, out of the ordinary, unique even, slightly unsettling, but (unintended) too light-hearted for its own good, that it is.