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Jonathan Rhys Meyers,
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Alan Furnace is a young man with the perfectly proper, quiet life of a London school teacher. But beneath all of that decency lies a burning desire for excitement and he just found it. She's a woman unlike any other: Unruly Irish eyes, Latin lips... her name is Beatrice, but on the streets they call her B. Monkey. She's about to take him on an outrageous, dangerous and sexy ride through the wild side of London. Written by
There are multiple scenes in the theatrical trailer not found in the finished release:
Beatrice standing with her back against the side of an escalator wearing a golden dress.
During the first date in the restaurant she places Alan's hand on her chest to feel her heart instead of just kissing his hand. She asks "Can you feel it?". He excitedly answers yes before she corrects him with "Not my breast, my heart".
A scene where Beatrice implores Alan to "say you love me, whatever happens" at Alan's boathouse.
After the first sex scene she tells Alan "you have to save me" whilst lying in bed facing away from him and looking into the camera.
A scene with Beatrice and Bruno fist bumping each other outside the café.
After visiting Mrs. Sturge Beatrice stops and screams "B Monkey read my name" in public whilst gesticulating wildly.
When Frank arrives at the cottage his reflection can be seen in his car door while he calls for Beatrice by yelling "B Monkey".
Paul's white car speeding out of control in a field before bursting into flames when it hits a wall. This is interspersed with shots of Beatrice screaming "No" whilst reaching out with one arm, a shot from behind her with the car in flames and finally with a shot of her face and tears flowing down it. This would seem to be an alternate ending.
I love this movie like it's a woman. The reviewers have once again missed the ferry -- what we have here, folks, is an honest to God(ard) B-movie tone poem, an exercise in sensual, physical, SURFACE beauty that will send any self-respecting Keatsian aesthete straight to Hyperion ( the palace of visionaries, not the Miramax book division. ) Thanks to director Michael Radford -- who I wrongly assumed to be eighty or ninety years of age on the basis of his last movie, Il Postino -- B. Monkey is as seductive as the single bar of red neon that illuminates the opening shot. The movie will surely gain minor but devoted cult status in the years to come, while its lead actress, Asia Argento, will probably have to buy a house with very tall gates. ( Because I'm quite tall myself, and a good climber. )
How to describe B. Monkey without resorting to banal adjectives like you'd find on cartons of Haagen-Daz, "luscious" and "velvety"? Well, I see it as sort of a disreputable cousin to Bertolucci's ravishing Besieged; other people, no doubt less pretentious, will compare it to the kind of movie Steven Soderbergh has been making lately -- a cool, jazz-inflected, proudly inconsequential genre flick. But Radford has his own style -- impossibly trendy -- and he's a genius at evoking the loneliness and beauty of big cities everywhere.
This is a director's movie, to be sure, but make no mistake: Asia Argento is no slouch when it comes to decorating the frame. She's compact, tough, and fierce-eyed, her unconventional beauty only enhanced by a strong nose that would look terrific underneath a centurion's helmet. Like Louise Brooks or Anna Karina, she's a vamp for the ages, mesmerizing for no good reason ( much like the movie itself. ) It doesn't hurt that she's matched with the brilliant Jared Harris, whose interior performance perfectly complements her exterior one, or that the atavistically lordly Rupert Everett is on hand to do his Wilde thing. Even pretty boy Jonathan Rhys-Meyers is a bit more animated than usual; he throws open car doors briskly and with conviction.
Yes, the plot is inane. No, it doesn't really matter. B. Monkey, in the end, amounts to no more nor less than the sum of its impressionistic moments. The world is a glittering tomb where we all languish in oh-so-gorgeous isolation, or something. As Jared Harris says early in the movie, deejaying at a local hospital: "This next one is for all you romantics out there. Get well soon."
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