Monte Cristo

Bad adaptation of the book. Hollywood is a failure to adapt the count of monte cristo. Hollywood should learn from the Russians, who made a great adaptation with th count of monte cristo in Uznik zamka if (1988).

I had low expectations of this film, thinking it was a Hollywood bastardization of Dumas's classic, like the corny but enjoyable 1934 version starring Robert Donat. How wrong I was! This is one of the better adaptations of "The Count of Monte Cristo"--not just required viewing for fans of the novel but a good film in its own right.

Let's start with its star. The problem with most actors who play the Count is that they're usually suited to play only one side of him-- the young and naive Edmond Dantes or the suave, revenge-driven Monte Cristo. John Gilbert is the only actor I've seen who excels as both. It helps that he was a young man at the time and plays Edmond with the vigor of genuine youth. He's just as convincing as the older, embittered Monte Cristo, thanks to the intense, smoldering stare that made him a matinée idol. As written by Dumas, the Count might be a swashbuckler but he is also an avenger whose thirst for cold revenge disturbs other characters and even the reader. Gilbert understands this and is perfectly cast.

Dumas's novel is a 1,200 page monster, and even three-hour adaptations have to cut large chunks of it. This version (which draws on several stage adaptations) is less than two hours, yet it manages to preserve the major plot points of the book. This is intelligent distillation is considerably more faithful than the 2002 version. Minor characters have been combined to streamline the story, which gains a surprisingly swift pace. The ending is differs from the original, but the scriptwriters have prepared for it with a melancholy prelude.

I wasn't familiar with the director, Emmett J. Flynn, and feared the movie would be stagy and visually dull. Once again I was wrong. The direction is lively and makes excellent use of superimposition. The lighting and costumes are lavish in the old Hollywood style, and the opulent, airy sets perhaps influenced the 1929 French film of the novel, directed by Henry Fescourt. His three-hour "Monte Cristo" is a greater work than Flynn's, though the most faithful adaptation is a 1979 French TV production starring Jacques Weber. Neither Weber nor Fescourt's versions have English subtitles so my recommendation for those who've read the book is to watch Flynn's film, with Gilbert's excellent performance, and the 1964 BBC TV production starring Alan Badel, which has been released on Region 2 DVD. The 1934 film starring Robert Donat takes too many liberties and the 1998 French TV miniseries suffers from the miscasting of Gérard Depardieu in the central role.

A simplistic and stupid adaptation. The development of the characters is ridiculous. They mutilated the story to make it too simplistic Reading many Dostoevsky books like The Brothers Karamazov, demons, crime and Punishiment, Notes from Underground, I see how grievances, resentments and hatred are overcome or would never happen. In a simplistic idealism.

This is the earliest adaptation of the novel that I could find on the internet. It was taken during the silent era. There are many characters and some of them are introduced a little too fast. The second part of the movie is different from others. But it has some memorable moments, like the underwater shots and the sword fight scene. Generally, the cinematography and costume designs are beautiful.

The dashing John Gilbert is really quite good in this two-part adaptation of the Alexandre Dumas adventure. He is the wronged "Edmond", who finds himself the subject of jealousy and ambition before being sentenced to life imprisonment in the fearsome "Chateau D'If" prison. After many years in captivity, he is visited by the elderly Abbé Faria (Spottiswoode Aitken) who has been trying to tunnel his way out for many years, but has actually only managed to get to this nearby cell. Both victims of huge injustice, they become friends with the elder man teaching the younger a myriad of skills and languages before, just as he is dying, imparting some news about the legendary treasure of Monte Cristo. Substituting himself for the corpse, he manages to find safety, the treasure and is soon on the trail - in part two - of the three men he holds responsible. "de Villefort" (Robert McKimm); "Danglars" (Albert Prisco) and "Mondego" (Ralph Cloninger) who also managed to seduce his betrothed - the young "Mercedes" (Estelle Taylor). His clever entrapment of these three is based on allowing their greed, avarice, ambition and mistrust to do his heavy lifting for him - and he sits by facilitating and enjoy their destruction of each other. The first part of this works better, I felt. The sense of betrayal and the claustrophobic nature of his imprisonment better suited the rather static, though decent quality, of this production. It also featured the scene stealing performances of William V. Mong as the duplicitous "Caderouse". The second part climaxes well, with effective efforts from just about all - including a lovely series of scenes from the "Princess Haidee" (Virginia Brown Faire - a lady with very expressive eyes); but the swordplay and the general denouement fall a little flat as the technique of director Emmett Flynn relies more on a barrage of inter titles, single character scenes and lingering - if quite potent - close ups a little too much. This story of betrayal, bitterness, revenge and ultimately happiness is a great one and whilst this is maybe not the best version, it still packs a lot into 100 minutes.