I was one of those privileged to see Brando on stage in "A Streetcar Named Desire." It was an experience not to be forgotten and impossible to describe -- a searing, blue-flame performance which could not be fully realized in the film version, fine as it was. And now it has come to this! In his first appearance he looks like Buddha in clown white improbably garbed in a nun's habit. The remainder of the performance is a passable imitation of Sidney Greenstreet in "The Maltese Falcon" having a chuckle at his own expense. For some reason Brando seems to be having a jolly time displaying his monstrous corpulence in this monstrous travesty of a film. The pity! the pity! the pity! Still there is that formidable presence. Like the proverbial train-wreck it is horrible to see but impossible to look away from. As for Kilmer and Thewlis, they were present. The virtuoso work of the make-up department should be noted as a plus. They did create some truly monstrous creatures.
The film at times becomes almost incoherent due to some strange lapses in the stories continuity. For instance, for a time Kilmer seems to be the only rational person on the island (even though he wears a sarong left over from a Dorothy Lamour flick. And then without any sort of transition he is as mad as a march hare.
If you care to see a number of significant talents crash and burn this is the film for you.
The film at times becomes almost incoherent due to some strange lapses in the stories continuity. For instance, for a time Kilmer seems to be the only rational person on the island (even though he wears a sarong left over from a Dorothy Lamour flick. And then without any sort of transition he is as mad as a march hare.
If you care to see a number of significant talents crash and burn this is the film for you.
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