1932. The tyrannical and despotic government of President Machado has headed Cuba for seven years. The latest measure of that tyranny is the outlawing of public gatherings of more than four... See full summary »
Against a background of war breaking out in Europe and the Mexican fiesta Day of Death, we are taken through one day in the life of Geoffrey Firmin, a British consul living in alcoholic disrepair and obscurity in a small southern Mexican town in 1939. The Consul's self-destructive behaviour, perhaps a metaphor for a menaced civilization, is a source of perplexity and sadness to his nomadic, idealistic half-brother, Hugh, and his ex-wife, Yvonne, who has returned with hopes of healing Geoffrey and their broken marriage.Written by
Eric Wees <email@example.com>
This is one of those movies that made an unerasable impression in my memory. I've never seen a total drunk remaining his dignity and (remains of) aristocracy the way Finney is able to pull off so convincingly. The scene that stands out in portraying this (imho) is when he's flat out unconscious on a dusty road, almost being run over by a car and still somehow saves his face.
The way this man's life is being placed against the background of the fading European colonial system with the upcoming of fascist movements on the colorful and dreadful Mexican day of the dead celebrations is almost delirious in itself. The slow evolving of the why's and how's of the story and the questions and discrepancies in it complete the dream/drunken-like atmosphere. I had the feeling I never knew whether the story was being told as was or whether it all was just coming from within Firmin's mind.
As Dr-Bob stated in his comment, Under the Volcano doesn't leave you with a light-hearted feeling. However dignified, Firmin is a sad character. He knows it, he just doesn't seem to care.
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