"Khartoum" plays all of the right notes, but so does an electronic keyboard. It's not about the right notes, it's about the space between the notes; that's where the heart and soul of anything lies. As Tarantino once wrote, "That's when you know you found somebody real special: when you can just shut the **** up for a minute and comfortably share silence."
In the film's second oddest casting choice, Charlton Heston stars as General Charles "Chinese" Gordon, a smooth, pious British soldier tasked with restoring peace to Sudan, due to his past ties and love of the region. He's the kind of guy who acknowledges the subtle contrasts between the words "kill" and "execute."
The peace has been shattered by Muhammad Ahmad (Laurence Olivier, apparently such a good actor, he can change the color of his skin), a self-proclaimed "chosen one"; a religious fanatic, whereas Heston's merely a fan--like Trekkies and Trekkers. The idea in sending Heston to confront him, I assume, is to fight a forest fire with a scented candle. The film plays like a middle-eastern version of the Alamo, with Heston as the Davy Crockett ("I wasn't born in the Sudan, but I got here as fast I could.")
A lot of people will point to the fact that Olivier plays a dark- skinned, middle-eastern guy and laugh. However, I'm willing to pardon it under the "Suspension of Disbelief" clause in the unwritten contract between consumer and producer. It does seem like a strange choice, though, considering the character's lack of screen time--any solid actor could have stared into the distance or menacingly whispered.
Heston, who is frequently given giant, exaggerated films to match his acting, is surprisingly low-key here, despite the bigness of the movie. And it's effective, as his character is meant to be the sensible religious man, as opposed to the flamboyant, intense alternative. For we all know religion is like a power-tool: you can build a gazebo with it, or you can use to hack your neighbor to pieces.
The film, shot in 70mm using the same anamorphic lenses as this year's "The Hateful Eight," is appropriately dazzling, but the images ultimately leave a hollow impression--a lot of establishing shots. And I couldn't help but feel like the person behind the camera didn't quite know what power he had, like a kid who uses a magic wand to poke at anthills.
"Khartoum" doesn't totally fail in its silences--there are a handful of contemplative, alluring moments--but ends up feeling more like spectacle for spectacle's sake. The theme of religion and extremism is mildly compelling, and the performances that carry those themes are equally so.
It's nowhere near good enough to replace "Khartoum" in my head as the name of the horse in "The Godfather."
In the film's second oddest casting choice, Charlton Heston stars as General Charles "Chinese" Gordon, a smooth, pious British soldier tasked with restoring peace to Sudan, due to his past ties and love of the region. He's the kind of guy who acknowledges the subtle contrasts between the words "kill" and "execute."
The peace has been shattered by Muhammad Ahmad (Laurence Olivier, apparently such a good actor, he can change the color of his skin), a self-proclaimed "chosen one"; a religious fanatic, whereas Heston's merely a fan--like Trekkies and Trekkers. The idea in sending Heston to confront him, I assume, is to fight a forest fire with a scented candle. The film plays like a middle-eastern version of the Alamo, with Heston as the Davy Crockett ("I wasn't born in the Sudan, but I got here as fast I could.")
A lot of people will point to the fact that Olivier plays a dark- skinned, middle-eastern guy and laugh. However, I'm willing to pardon it under the "Suspension of Disbelief" clause in the unwritten contract between consumer and producer. It does seem like a strange choice, though, considering the character's lack of screen time--any solid actor could have stared into the distance or menacingly whispered.
Heston, who is frequently given giant, exaggerated films to match his acting, is surprisingly low-key here, despite the bigness of the movie. And it's effective, as his character is meant to be the sensible religious man, as opposed to the flamboyant, intense alternative. For we all know religion is like a power-tool: you can build a gazebo with it, or you can use to hack your neighbor to pieces.
The film, shot in 70mm using the same anamorphic lenses as this year's "The Hateful Eight," is appropriately dazzling, but the images ultimately leave a hollow impression--a lot of establishing shots. And I couldn't help but feel like the person behind the camera didn't quite know what power he had, like a kid who uses a magic wand to poke at anthills.
"Khartoum" doesn't totally fail in its silences--there are a handful of contemplative, alluring moments--but ends up feeling more like spectacle for spectacle's sake. The theme of religion and extremism is mildly compelling, and the performances that carry those themes are equally so.
It's nowhere near good enough to replace "Khartoum" in my head as the name of the horse in "The Godfather."
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