Director: Anthony
Minghella | Starring:
Matt Damon, Jude Law, Gweneth Paltrow, Cate
Blanchett, Phillip Seymour Hoffman
Released: 1999
| Runtime: 139m
| Rating (out of 5):
*** |
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This is the movie that
might make you exclaim, "How gay was that shit!?" Seriously, Matt
Damon is really creepy as the gay sociopath Tom Ripley. One line delivered
to Jude Law's character, Dickie Greenleaf, still haunts me, "Do you
mind if I get in the tub?" It doesn't sound that bad here, but it's
immensely disturbing when you see the visual. Anyway, Ripley is this
poor schmo who dreams of playing the piano at Carnegie Hall. Unfortunately
all he can do is work as the restroom attendant at the Metropolitan
Opera House and play the piano at night after everyone has gone home.
Very sad. Due to some misunderstandings and lies, Ripley gets to meet
Herbert Greenleaf, Dickie's extremely wealthy father, and is paid
by him to go fetch Dickie from Italy and bring him home. Ripley goes
there and meets Dickie and his intensely wishy-washy girlfriend, Marge
(Paltrow). This is the part where I launch into my anti-Gwyneth Paltrow
tirade... She has absolutely no inner strength. When casting directors
are looking for a wet rag actress who can cry at the drop of a hat,
they call Gwyneth. When they are looking for someone who can do a
fake, affected accent, they call Paltrow. When a writer writes a great
role for a woman with some balls, they steer clear of Paltrow. She's
the queen of flimsy roles. This one is no different, as Marge puts
up with Dickie's philandering, broken promises and stupid lies. She's
powerless against the whirlwind that is his charisma. Just like every
chick in the film, Ripley soon falls under Dickie's spell, and becomes
another one of his fawning crew. His plan to bring Dickie back to
the US abandoned, Ripley basically fools himself into thinking he
is the flaky Dickie's boyfriend. Unfortunately for Ripley, Dickie
doesn't like Dickie. You can guess what this leads to... murder and
adventure in Europe. Ripley then takes over Dickie's identity and
lifestyle, all while playing an intricate game of Three's Company
with the rotating cast of characters in Dickie's life. Someone walks
in one door, he's Tom. Another walks in another door, he's Dickie.
The silliest thing about his transformation is that he looks nothing
like Dickie, but manages to fool everyone by combing his hair a little
differently and taking off his glasses. I guess it's one of those
Clark Kent/Superman things we're just supposed to believe. You'd think
from watching this movie that Italy was only two square miles or so,
as Ripley continues to bump into people he knows all over the country,
setting up tense situations with people in the same place who think
he's Tom vs. Dickie or Dickie vs. Tom. Too many coincidences ruin
perfectly good plot lines. Speaking of plot lines, we don't really
get a sense of why Ripley is all of a sudden so interested in murder
and wealth. Yes, we know he was struggling back in NYC, but we get
a sense it is out of duty to his art (playing the piano). We don't
really get a sense he wants to be comfortable, just successful in
his chosen profession. The motivation just isn't there. Plus, as I
wrote earlier, he's so creepy. Despite the plot holes and
lack of editing (the movie is two hours and twenty minutes long),
the film itself was beautiful. Minghella really knows how to shoot
a scene. His direction is solid without being schmaltzy, and he really
uses colors and textures amazingly. Of course, shooting in Italy probably
helped a lot with the beauty of the landscape. I know this hasn't
sounded all that positive, but this movie is actually better than
most in its genre--psycho murder films. [DVD]
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