I started off intrigued by this film. A story of three intellectual Americans traveling in North Africa right after WW2. It reminded me of countless other films from the golden age of Hollywood where safari hats and khaki suits are the chosen wardrobe and adventures abound. The English Patient did something similar but that film actually had mystery and intrigue so it held my attention. This film had none of those elements that make a fish out of water story like this one interesting. Its biggest flaw was that none of the characters were particularly likable so you didn't care what happened to them. They all seemed self-righteous, snobbish, unaware, self-indulgent, and self-involved. (See a pattern here?) Apparently, the original cast was supposed to be William Hurt, Melanie Griffith, and Dennis Quaid. I think that film would have been far more entertaining just because the actors are far more interesting to watch. Unfortunately, the $25 million budget couldn't afford those three stars so they settled for Malkovich, Winger, and Scott.
I won't go into too much of the story since it's readily available in other reviews. The characters are Kit, Port, and Tunner .Lovely pretentious names aren't they? All but one are woefully miscast. Campbell Scott as Tunner does a fair job of portraying the filthy rich tourist tooling around Europe on a lark. He portrays the typical American who is put off by the natives not speaking English, put off by the dust and flies, put off by the awful cuisine, and the increasingly uninhabitable hotels in the middle of the Sahara. Port and Kit are in a dying marriage and seem to be using the trip to rekindle it. They are both searching for something, though neither could tell you what that is. They just want to experience SOMETHING different in the hopes it will make them want to enjoy life again.
In the course of the film, we see Port take reckless chances purposely just to see what will happen. He follows a random native guy to a prostitute's tent where he sleeps with her and watches as she steals his wallet. He takes it back and instead of leaving quietly, he holds it up to show her he caught her stealing it. Instead of hanging her head in shame, she quickly sings out for her handlers to come and beat Port up. This may actually have been what Port wanted since he's clearly depressed and looking for something to change his life. After staying out all night, he comes back to his hotel room where he tries to make up with his wife but she isn't having it. The relationship between Port and Kit is boring at best, irritating at worst. When the pimply faced, closted Australian traveler Eric repeatedly borrows money from him, Port claims he doesn't have much money yet he and his wife always rent separate hotel rooms. In fact, if you were pinching pennies, would you be able to travel around aimlessly not knowing when you would return home? I don't think so. At the very least you would need to know how much money you might need to get where you were going.
Malkovich and Winger have absolutely no chemistry. This film was billed as a story of passion between two doomed lovers. That's the last thing it is. There's absolutely no passion between them on screen other than things they say to each other. "Maybe we're both afraid to love too much." Really? We don't see any love at all between these two except for a halfhearted coupling in the Sahara sun that is interrupted by Port's attempts at philosophical ramblings. Afterward they both burst into tears. Later, Kit seems frantic at the thought of her losing her husband but only because he's leaving her alone to face the world on her own. It's not because of any great love between them.
Malkovich plays Port as John Malkovich. In other words, he's the same as he is in every role. He has that clipped manner of speaking that comes off like he's a snobby elitist who might lose his temper at any moment. There are times in the film where he will suddenly scream really loudly or throw something violently and you wish for more of that just to keep your interest. However, it bears no resemblance to the character of Port as written in the book. Debra Winger should not have played this role since she is far too strong for the character. Kit is written as a neurotic basketcase on the edge of sanity at any given moment. From her 80s hairdo to her elation at women getting the vote in Italy and her strong-willed attitude with her husband, Winger does not capture the spirit of Kit at all. That's why when she goes insane in the last part of the film it comes as a major surprise.
I was intrigued by the film up until the final hour. Once Port died and it was all about Kit, the film dragged horribly. I'm not sure if it was Winger's acting or just the idea that this woman would suddenly allow herself to be kept in a harem by an African tribal chief merely because she's shocked at finding herself alone. Yes, the camerawork was brilliant but man cannot live on sweeping vistas alone. It takes more than grand desert shots to make a good movie.
The major question I had about this film was why Bertolucci removed some of the most interesting elements of the book. A lot of reviews have mentioned their confusion at the storyline and said they had no idea of the motivation of the characters. IN the book, both Kit and Port are bisexual and live in an open marriage. They love one another platonically but are no longer intimate. Also, Kit is extremely neurotic with lots of superstitions and plenty of fragility which better explains her breakdown at the end. She is deathly afraid of trains and after enduring a four hour, white knuckle train ride, only then does she succumb to Tunner's advances. In addition, her total loss of sanity occurs not because of her being disoriented in an unfamiliar marketplace as shown in the film. Instead, she runs into the nomads in the desert who repeatedly rape her for days and hold her prisoner. Her acceptance of her debasement is explained in the book as almost a sexual awakening and freedom in embracing how how low she had sunk. None of this was shown in the film and it's not clear why Bertolucci decided to sanitize the character of Kit. Instead of understanding the character's motivation, we are left with far too many questions.
Ultimately, the most egregious mistake this film made was not giving us anyone to root for. Every character was hatable in their own way which made for an uncomfortable watch. Were we expected to grieve for Port's death after being subjected to 17 minutes of a death scene? We watch Kit nurse him knowing he's going to die despite her best efforts. Was it necessary to have to watch her crushing up his pills, taking his temperature, covering him up, blocking the windows to keep out the sand? Over and over again we see the process of nursing someone and none of it means anything. These are two characters who cheated on each other without a care, tried to avoid one another as much as possible, and didn't seem to have anything in common. Now because they are alone in the desert, suddenly we are expected to see them as some great lovers? Nope. Even after Port dies, Kit wastes no time jumping into bed with a native chief and somehow ties it to her love for Port. Just doesn't wash.
I could go on but the film wasted enough of your time. Judge for yourself but if it's story and explanation you're after, move along. This film is incomprehensible if you haven't read the book.
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