The Far Shore (1976) User Reviews

hits the rocks in the third act

[jonathan-577 · 4/10 · 4 November 2009]

It is said that Wieland had a difficult time making this movie, and as someone who comes at film from the visual arts, it figures - narrative film has its own rules and hierarchies. Also its own clichés. This antique tale of a woman (Celine Lomez) who abandons her high-society husband for a Group of Seven-type nature artist worked well enough in the early scenes for me to cagily suspend my animus against mannered period dramas. The staging is precise as well as deliberate, the scenario scores a couple nice points off puritan philistinism, and Larry Benedict's neurotic social climber is fitfully charming as well as tight-assed, leaving the real hateful stuff to professional drunk Sean McCann who provides some welcome counterpoint. As soon as things truck up to the woods, though, we're in big trouble, as narrative and characters alike dissolve into hackneyed metaphor: one guy is Civilization, the other guy is Nature, and in her escape to the latter the girl finds Freedom. As a result, the relationship between Lomez and the painter never gets a chance to develop; there's plenty of ambiguity about how this woodsy loner could sustain a relationship with this cultured, strong-minded woman, but the film unwisely abandons such concerns in favour of the usual shots of canoes and big rocks. And one good dynamite-at-the-picnic gag cannot make me forgive the Easy Rider-style climax - the worst and most familiar kind of sentimental fatalism. How did the creator of "Rat Life And Diet In North America" get dragged into exactly the kind of obscurantist nature-mystic claptrap which that film lampooned so brilliantly? By getting in over her head, is my wholly uneducated guess.

Considerably longer than it needed to be

[Tito-8 · 4/10 · 22 May 1999]

This film is certainly well-intentioned, but a maddeningly slow pace derailed all hopes I had of having an enjoyable time while watching this. There were a number of interesting scenes, in particular those involving Lomez and Moore, but the generally predictable story is needlessly stretched out. This is an attractive film visually, especially when the camera captures some breathtaking scenery from the rugged Canadian Shield, but they could only distract me for so long. As an hour-long film, I think that I would've liked this, but at close to two hours, it gets to be a little boring.