"A TV Dante" (1989) TV mini-series

Directors:

Tom Phillips
Peter Greenaway

Writers:

Dante Alighieri (poem)
Tom Phillips (writer)

Seasons:

1 | 2

Genre:

Drama

Plot:

The first eight cantos of Dante's Inferno (up to the entrance to the city of Dis). The text is read entirely in "talking head" fashion...

Plot Keywords:

Dante | Dante's Inferno | Santiago Chile | Virgil | Santiago De Chile

Cast

John Gielgud	...	the voice of Virgil / ... (6 episodes, 1991)
Bob Peck	...	the voice of Dante (6 episodes, 1991)
Fernando Bordeu	...	Virgil (6 episodes, 1991)
Francisco Reyes	...	Dante (6 episodes, 1991)
Joanne Whalley	...	Beatrice (4 episodes, 1990)

Also Known As:

A TV Dante: The Inferno - Cantos I-VIII (UK) (video box title)
Dante: The Inferno (UK) (video title)

Runtime:

88 min (8 episodes)

Country:

Netherlands | UK

Language:

English

Color:

Color

Aspect Ratio:

1.33 : 1

Sound Mix:

Mono

Company:

Artifax

Movie Connections:

Version of Pokol - Inferno (1974) (TV)

Violates cinematic grammar and cinema in general.

Forget that square-block superimpositions are cheesy. Forget that they become cheesier when you overlap three of them and flip colors. Even forget there is something oddly humorous about a naked obese man rolling in mud when recorded in slow motion. The fact is that there is a contract between audience and artist regarding the communication of aesthetics. An artist can agree to or flout that contract, but if he does not acknowledge it, then there is little hope for his work. Experimenting with the cinematic form can be done well; but Greenaway and Phillips (I hope that Phillips is more responsible for this, Greenaway is quite a director) have failed to communicate much with this series.

The stunningly bad compositions make their presence known throughout; when an actor whose head takes up the entire screen suddenly freezes as a square with an interviewed historian appears in his mouth to talk, it appears strikingly humorous. When digital flames appear behind the historian's head for no apparent reason, it becomes merely a hilarious disaster.

This work fails as both an annotated reading of the epic, and as a dramatization of that epic. Just read the damn thing. Translation is an art, and it takes a director with vision and skill to convert from the language of an Italian epic into the language of film.

Unfortunately, Peter Greenaway and Mr. Phillips (I truly hope it was mostly Phillips) do not have the vision or the skill.