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The English Patient
reviewed by The Self-Made Critic
It's been said before, and not just by me.
Why is it that if a married man has an affair, it's a bad thing, and he's
going to be punished (Fatal Attraction, The Crush) but if a married woman has
an affair it's the romantic love epic of the season (Bridges of Madison
County)?
Well I don't know, but once again, a woman cheating on her husband is the
subject behind one of the year's most acclaimed romantic epics, The English
Patient.
You may have heard of this flick, it's nominated for 12 Academy Awards, it
won the Golden Globe, it's three friggin hours long, and if you're a man,
your girl-friend/wife/what have you has been trying to drag you to it for a
couple of months now. If you haven't already succumbed.
See, it's a chick film. Plain and simple, and with no remorse.
The story has our man Ralph Fiennes (pronounced Ray Fines, I think) falling
in love with married chick Kristin Scott Thomas (pronounced Kristen Scott
Thomas) during the outbreak of WW2. Except that the entire story is told
through flashbacks from his make-shift hospital bed to his nurse Juliette
Binoche (pronounced Jimmy Walker), who has an entire story of her own going
on at the same time.
Now this has some great things going for it. World War Two was a very
violent time, and can be pretty exciting at times. Kristen Scoot Thomas is a
total babe, and gets buck naked in one scene. I mean we see bush!!! We see
a guy get his thumbs cut off. These are all good things. Except the war is
immaterial, the thumb thing is quick and...well, there's actually nothing
wrong with a totally naked Kristen Scott Thomas, more films should do that.
Truth told, this was a very good movie. Everything is done right, and at a
cost of $34 million bucks, it's the most expensive independent film yet, and
I heartily encourage other artsy chick films to spend $34 million bucks to
make their movie. The direction is excellent, the script is tight and
wonderful, the performances are marvelous.
But I wanted more. See, as Hollywood will be the first to admit, this year's
movies just weren't as good as previous Oscar-caliber movies, and so The
English Patient, which would have been nominated in any year but not be the
favorite, has been latched onto by everyone as THE movie event of the year.
And it just wasn't all that. Sure it's good, but Babe runs circles around
it any day.
And again, there's this double standard about married people sleeping with
other folk. Men become scum, women become wounded ducks, wilting under the
unfair social pressures of the world. Well Excuse me, but if my wife cheated
on me, she'd be out of the door faster than you can say "Whoa, Self-Made, you
got a wife?" But Kristen Scott Thomas is so wonderful. she gets a third
name!
The other story line, which involves Juliette Binoche and her guy, is for my
money, a much better storyline because they're both single, so that's fine.
To sum up, The English Patient has majesty, wonder, discovery, a naked babe,
and some incredibly large shots of the desert, which, let's face it, isn't
that exciting of a place, I mean it's just a bunch of sand. So the movie
garners 3 1/3 Babylons. Plus one Chick Film Babylon, because that's what this is, a chick film. Love it or leave it, your enjoyment of this film is
hindered by an active Y chromosome.
Editor's Note:
When The Self-Made Critic mentioned "bush" earlier in the review, he was of
course talking about a rather attractive shrubbery which can be seen in one
scene behind Ralph Fiennes in the window. It is a remarkable bit of
decorative landscaping, and The Self-Made Critic wanted to give credit where
credit is due.
Honest.
Please don't send us any protest letters.
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