First of all, the man was an intimate of Orson Welles, and he gets the incredibly beautiful Anouk Aimee, Maximilian Schell, Ron Silver, and Greta Scacchi, all big stars to work, probably for scale, so he can't be a total idiot. (Let's pray on that!) But after years of hoping Henry will eventually "say something" in one of his films, it looks like Henry has nothing to say. The best thing I can say about this film is that it's the best looking film he's ever made. He's finally out of the home movie look, and it looks like a professional movie, but a creepy feeling is coming over me that this is an overindulged little boy playing with a movie camera, AND WE LOYAL FANS LET HIM GET AWAY WITH IT! His brother said so much about Henry as a kid and now I believe it. If Zack Norman is portraying an oily, unctous, creep, he won me over. I cringed evey time he came on screen. Max Schell is surely on of the most charming men that ever lived. But the real question is, DOES HENRY JAGLOM HAVE ANTHING TO SAY? I REALLY DOUBT IT.
Review of Festival in Cannes
