You'll be "The Man (or Woman) Who Cried" too if you rent this movie--what a disappointment! And yet the performances by the all-star cast are uniformly good. Johnny Depp shows the substantial range of his powers in a role in which he says nothing for like the first half-hour he's on camera, and he's got maybe five lines in the whole movie. Instead, he communicates everything--and it's a lot--with just a look, a touch, a smile. Cate Blanchett is equally good as the gold-digging Russian dancer hoping to sleep her way out of poverty. John Turturro shows he's capable of pulling off something more than unlikable geek roles as the suave but ultimately evil Italian opera singer. Christina Ricci is the only actor who looks out of place in the movie's 1940 Paris milieu, but again she delivers the smoldering performance that's expected of her here.
So what's wrong with this picture? First, the movie takes way too long to set up its premise: Ricci is a Russian Jew working in Paris to raise money so she can track down her father, who emigrated to America years earlier. Next, there's just not a lot of story here--and what there is doesn't make much sense. Why, for example, do the main characters continue to hang around Paris when everybody else in the city seems to have fled and the Germans have taken over? Then there are loose ends: What happens to the Blanchett character, who is swimming in the pool aboard an ocean liner when the ship is apparently attacked by German dive bombers? Then, when the Ricci character finally traces what happened to her father in America, the answer is too preposterous to give the film's ending any plausible meaning.
"The Man Who Cried" looks like a movie that can deliver the goods--great scenery, captivating music, a top-notch cast--but the whole just never quite adds up to the sum of its parts.
So what's wrong with this picture? First, the movie takes way too long to set up its premise: Ricci is a Russian Jew working in Paris to raise money so she can track down her father, who emigrated to America years earlier. Next, there's just not a lot of story here--and what there is doesn't make much sense. Why, for example, do the main characters continue to hang around Paris when everybody else in the city seems to have fled and the Germans have taken over? Then there are loose ends: What happens to the Blanchett character, who is swimming in the pool aboard an ocean liner when the ship is apparently attacked by German dive bombers? Then, when the Ricci character finally traces what happened to her father in America, the answer is too preposterous to give the film's ending any plausible meaning.
"The Man Who Cried" looks like a movie that can deliver the goods--great scenery, captivating music, a top-notch cast--but the whole just never quite adds up to the sum of its parts.
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