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Television has never been considered "high art", but this 4-hour miniseries is about as close to that as you're going to find. When I first saw this series several years ago, I said it was the finest television miniseries I'd ever seen (so, longer-running series like I Claudius don't fall into this category). I recently saw it again, and I stand by my original opinion. Virtually every aspect of this series is exception and memorable -- an intricate, intriguing detective story, finely-drawn characters, subtle probing of psychological, social, and racial issues, remarkable acting, original and impressive cinematography, incredible editing, clear direction...even great costume design and an unforgettable musical score. This series was as riveting to me the second time I saw it as the first, and I constantly noticed many nuances and attention to detail which I missed the first time. This is a remarkable film, which stands up to repeated viewing and can be enjoyed on many levels. I can't recommend it enough. You won't be disappointed. (And I really don't engage in such hyperbole often...see some of my other reviews!)
Imagine you're the only witness to an "accidental" drowning. Not only are you the only witness, you have a recording of the drowning as well. Then imagine you're told you should forget about the whole thing, keep your mouth shut, and return to life as if nothing happened.
This is the situation in which John Travolta finds himself at the beginning of Blow Out, an entertaining film which has its moments, but ultimately suffers from bad writing and a preposterous ending.
After witnessing the drowning of a potential Presidential nominee (think Chappaquidick), Travolta is suspicious of foul play for at least two reasons. First, he was told to keep quiet. This would be enough to make most people suspicious. But Travolta has other evidence -- his own recording of the drowning and his own memory of the "accident". As a sound effects man for B-movies, Travolta is familiar with the subtleties of recorded sound, and his recording convinces him there is more to the accident than simple adultery and drunk driving. Of course, he's right.
The most positive element of the film is Travolta himself. He manages to center and ground the film, something which nothing else in the film is able to achieve. He's great to watch -- especially during the opening scene of the film, in which (thankfully) there is no dialogue. He makes the most of what's given to him, and his presence is formidable. It was his performance that kept my interest.
Beyond this, however, I'm at a loss to understand all the generous praise heaped upon this film. In particular, I found the music distracting and irratating. Does every important scene have to be manipulated into an operatic gesture? The plot itself isn't too focused. There is a "slasher" subplot which seems to serve no purpose at all. Some of the dialogue is ridiculous, including a scene between Travolta and Allen which takes perhaps 5-7 minutes, but seems to last an hour and a half, while Allen describes the nuances of cosmetics and Travolta recalls his previous work.
The movie starts with a good idea, but never really seems to develop it much. Although it's entertaining, I didn't care much about anyone except Travolta. Especially not Allen, whose character is written as the stereotypical dumb blonde.
I won't say much about the ending, except that it's incredibly unique. Whether that's good or bad is your own opinion. I was laughing during the ending, which (I presume) I wasn't supposed to be doing. Maybe I haven't seen enough Wagner. ;)
If you're looking for light entertainment, I give a marginal recommendation. If you're looking for more substance and consistency, I have to recommend The Conversation, a far more powerful and disturbing examination of voyeurism...and its consequences.
-- 5 starts out of 10
This is the situation in which John Travolta finds himself at the beginning of Blow Out, an entertaining film which has its moments, but ultimately suffers from bad writing and a preposterous ending.
After witnessing the drowning of a potential Presidential nominee (think Chappaquidick), Travolta is suspicious of foul play for at least two reasons. First, he was told to keep quiet. This would be enough to make most people suspicious. But Travolta has other evidence -- his own recording of the drowning and his own memory of the "accident". As a sound effects man for B-movies, Travolta is familiar with the subtleties of recorded sound, and his recording convinces him there is more to the accident than simple adultery and drunk driving. Of course, he's right.
The most positive element of the film is Travolta himself. He manages to center and ground the film, something which nothing else in the film is able to achieve. He's great to watch -- especially during the opening scene of the film, in which (thankfully) there is no dialogue. He makes the most of what's given to him, and his presence is formidable. It was his performance that kept my interest.
Beyond this, however, I'm at a loss to understand all the generous praise heaped upon this film. In particular, I found the music distracting and irratating. Does every important scene have to be manipulated into an operatic gesture? The plot itself isn't too focused. There is a "slasher" subplot which seems to serve no purpose at all. Some of the dialogue is ridiculous, including a scene between Travolta and Allen which takes perhaps 5-7 minutes, but seems to last an hour and a half, while Allen describes the nuances of cosmetics and Travolta recalls his previous work.
The movie starts with a good idea, but never really seems to develop it much. Although it's entertaining, I didn't care much about anyone except Travolta. Especially not Allen, whose character is written as the stereotypical dumb blonde.
I won't say much about the ending, except that it's incredibly unique. Whether that's good or bad is your own opinion. I was laughing during the ending, which (I presume) I wasn't supposed to be doing. Maybe I haven't seen enough Wagner. ;)
If you're looking for light entertainment, I give a marginal recommendation. If you're looking for more substance and consistency, I have to recommend The Conversation, a far more powerful and disturbing examination of voyeurism...and its consequences.
-- 5 starts out of 10