The Flame Is Love

There are two ways of looking at "The Flame is Love". It is both an awful, awful historical romance/made-for-TV coming-of-age story and a brilliant, if accidental, comedy. While there is no doubt that this film was intended to be a serious adaptation of a romantic novel, and therefore fits comfortably into the first category, it's impossible to watch it without laughing a lot.

The story revolves around the young and impossibly naive Vada (Linda Purl), an American heiress who is sent to Paris with her poor cousin en route to England, where the fiancé she has not yet met, a duke, awaits her arrival. Her cousin is injured before getting to Paris, and Vada continues on unchaperoned. In Paris she meets the Marquis de Something-or-other (Timothy Dalton) and Pierre the Journalist (Shane Briant). As with other Barbara Cartland films, the heroine falls in love at first sight and there's very little suspense in that department. The villainous marquis, who happens to be the leader of a group of Parisian socialite Satanists, plots against Vada, and Pierre must save her from danger while they fall even more in love. Perhaps the most hilarious aspect of the film is the wonderful narrator, who translates French poetry for the viewer ("Love is the flame. The flame is love.") and keeps us up-to-speed on what's going through the characters' heads ("Vada could not know that Pierre was on his way... And Pierre could not know that Vada knew..." "If this was Pierre, she would have been *enchanted*. But this was not Pierre."). Add some fabulously out-of-nowhere plot twists near the end, and the obvious utter seriousness of the actors and filmmakers (except perhaps Dalton), and you get one hysterically funny and worthwhile movie.

I totally agree. This movie really couldn't have been worse. Apart from the bad plotting, terrible dialogue and stilted performances, it demonstrates very clearly why narration has fallen out of style among screenwriters in the last twenty years. Only insomnia could have induced me to watch until the end.

In a word, I liked this movie so much, I would buy it immediately if it were available on DVD.

Linda Purl is great as an ingénue, who coming from America to France, is totally overwhelmed by a different culture, which is intensified by her always having been very protected back home, but now finds herself exposed to some of the worst that humanity is prone to.

Looking at another review on this site of this movie, I am always amazed how every movie seems to attract attention so far on the negative and on the positive, which makes one wonder whether the people commenting saw the same movie. Differences in taste, obviously. Ain't it great? As the French would say Vive la difference! ;-)

I was just able to finally buy a DVD of this little gem.

As one who could watch Timothy Dalton act out the contents of the telephone directory and still be totally fascinated, I looked forward to watching this "movie". It reminded me of one of those old soap productions you see clips of on "It'll Be Alright On The Night", only funnier!

The plot could have been straight out of something like "Dr Who" and nothing like I would have expected a Barbara Cartland novel to be. The only thing thinner was the scenery.

I can't say I wish I hadn't bothered because I still got to see Tim, even if it was in the best unintentional comedy ever.