I've never read the book...
...but I assume it's not in madmen territory to expect at least a modicum of adventure in a Jules Verne story. Especially when it's a story about traveling across the world in 1872. This film adaptation just tries its best to dazzle the audience into ignoring expectations of any such kind.
Primarily, the movie is nothing other than a 3-hour long travelogue-variety show.
And that's exactly what the director set out to do - a pompous showcase of the Todd-AO 70 mm film format & camera, with as many stars and pretty sights as financially possible - story be damned.
For much of the time, the protagonists do little else than sitting or standing in place, watching the events around them with barely a hint of emotion...or at least no change thereof (e.g. Passepartout constantly smiling). Especially Phileas Fogg is doing very little else. When he is onscreen, it's usually just to establish his current whereabouts, or to make sure that the audience doesn't forget that what there is of a story is still kinda about him.
Only few of the events even try to attach to any narrative, though. The antagonists do very little to undo that impression. What the audience is given, is barely more than an overstretched amusement ride, portraying American romanticized fantasies of what other countries and cultures looked like, in the previous century. Regardless of how pretty the sets were, which I'm sure was a much bigger deal in the 1950s, it is now rather boring to watch. The few events that do happen are terribly underperformed and only rarely evolve around the actions or decisions of the protagonists. It's like they're just there to watch, like the movie audience. There's one exception to this, but it just emphasizes another design flaw of this overbloated production...
The 2nd biggest problem is Cantinflas.
Seemingly the biggest star in Latin countries, attempts to translate his movies into other languages were apparently only rarely made, because a lot of his comedic talent was based on verbal wits, like twisting and turning words and meanings in conversations and monolog. A language specific skill that found no room in this Jules Verne interpretation.
The negative influence he had on this movie was not necessarily directly his fault. He appeared to be a fine enough actor and I initially liked his portrayal of Passepartout. That was until I noticed that he neither has any personality to talk about nor any character arc. All I can tell about him is that he seems friendly, is industrious to the point of risking his life for his employer and likes to clumsily and silently flirt with women...for a few seconds.
That could have been sufficient depth for a supporting actor. But this is where the movie bit its own behind. Cantinflas is basically the star of the story. I'd muse that maybe he paid a reasonable amount of money to help finance this oversized vanity project. To repay for this and his impactful popularity in the Latin entertainment industry, his character was given most of, if not the only plot driving role. Just about any time an event is put in motion by a protagonist, it's Passepartout. If there is an activity that requires any amount of physical effort beyond talking, walking or sitting, it's performed by him. As a consequence, he slowly becomes the sole protagonist of the movie and Fogg little more than a passive background sidekick.
What makes the viewing experience awkward, is that the script never cares to develop Passepartout's character enough to justify making him the center of attention. He's just a flimsy sketch of a silent-clown-turned-valet, without explained motivation or agenda. When he does things, it's to mildly goof around, giving the impression that some slapstick is supposed to happen...but it never does. Nothing leads up to any physical comedy, punchline or plot development. It's shallow non-verbal improvisation slapped onto a story stripped of all drama, tension and personality, to instead focus on an overblown variety show with the taste of a chewing gum in its 5th hour.
Passepartout's design seemed very inspired by Charlie Chaplin's "tramp" persona. It's a very similar clothing style and even some of the mannerism can remind of that aspect of the silent film era. More than once he gets into trouble in much the same way as the tramp may have. Except that there's not much comedy to point at.
In effect, it's like watching a Chaplin imitator on a journey, but without any humor and the plot given to his co-star, a rarely onscreen British pedant.
David Niven, the British pedant, is on record as citing this as his favorite role in a ~50 years spanning career. Such a shame that he was given barely anything to do with his acting talent or screen presence. His Phileas Fogg is just tossed along as things happen around him.
The cameos, another central aspect of this production, seemed particularly uninteresting to me. My imagination could have done a lot more with internationally known stars, in a story that has the entire globe as its playground. Most of them are just used as 2-dimensional, bland characters, that you simply won't notice if you don't know/recognize the actors.
All of the present stars just played second fiddle to the variety show.
Primarily, the movie is nothing other than a 3-hour long travelogue-variety show.
And that's exactly what the director set out to do - a pompous showcase of the Todd-AO 70 mm film format & camera, with as many stars and pretty sights as financially possible - story be damned.
For much of the time, the protagonists do little else than sitting or standing in place, watching the events around them with barely a hint of emotion...or at least no change thereof (e.g. Passepartout constantly smiling). Especially Phileas Fogg is doing very little else. When he is onscreen, it's usually just to establish his current whereabouts, or to make sure that the audience doesn't forget that what there is of a story is still kinda about him.
Only few of the events even try to attach to any narrative, though. The antagonists do very little to undo that impression. What the audience is given, is barely more than an overstretched amusement ride, portraying American romanticized fantasies of what other countries and cultures looked like, in the previous century. Regardless of how pretty the sets were, which I'm sure was a much bigger deal in the 1950s, it is now rather boring to watch. The few events that do happen are terribly underperformed and only rarely evolve around the actions or decisions of the protagonists. It's like they're just there to watch, like the movie audience. There's one exception to this, but it just emphasizes another design flaw of this overbloated production...
The 2nd biggest problem is Cantinflas.
Seemingly the biggest star in Latin countries, attempts to translate his movies into other languages were apparently only rarely made, because a lot of his comedic talent was based on verbal wits, like twisting and turning words and meanings in conversations and monolog. A language specific skill that found no room in this Jules Verne interpretation.
The negative influence he had on this movie was not necessarily directly his fault. He appeared to be a fine enough actor and I initially liked his portrayal of Passepartout. That was until I noticed that he neither has any personality to talk about nor any character arc. All I can tell about him is that he seems friendly, is industrious to the point of risking his life for his employer and likes to clumsily and silently flirt with women...for a few seconds.
That could have been sufficient depth for a supporting actor. But this is where the movie bit its own behind. Cantinflas is basically the star of the story. I'd muse that maybe he paid a reasonable amount of money to help finance this oversized vanity project. To repay for this and his impactful popularity in the Latin entertainment industry, his character was given most of, if not the only plot driving role. Just about any time an event is put in motion by a protagonist, it's Passepartout. If there is an activity that requires any amount of physical effort beyond talking, walking or sitting, it's performed by him. As a consequence, he slowly becomes the sole protagonist of the movie and Fogg little more than a passive background sidekick.
What makes the viewing experience awkward, is that the script never cares to develop Passepartout's character enough to justify making him the center of attention. He's just a flimsy sketch of a silent-clown-turned-valet, without explained motivation or agenda. When he does things, it's to mildly goof around, giving the impression that some slapstick is supposed to happen...but it never does. Nothing leads up to any physical comedy, punchline or plot development. It's shallow non-verbal improvisation slapped onto a story stripped of all drama, tension and personality, to instead focus on an overblown variety show with the taste of a chewing gum in its 5th hour.
Passepartout's design seemed very inspired by Charlie Chaplin's "tramp" persona. It's a very similar clothing style and even some of the mannerism can remind of that aspect of the silent film era. More than once he gets into trouble in much the same way as the tramp may have. Except that there's not much comedy to point at.
In effect, it's like watching a Chaplin imitator on a journey, but without any humor and the plot given to his co-star, a rarely onscreen British pedant.
David Niven, the British pedant, is on record as citing this as his favorite role in a ~50 years spanning career. Such a shame that he was given barely anything to do with his acting talent or screen presence. His Phileas Fogg is just tossed along as things happen around him.
The cameos, another central aspect of this production, seemed particularly uninteresting to me. My imagination could have done a lot more with internationally known stars, in a story that has the entire globe as its playground. Most of them are just used as 2-dimensional, bland characters, that you simply won't notice if you don't know/recognize the actors.
All of the present stars just played second fiddle to the variety show.
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