"Mysteries of Lisbon" is the slowest, most
sleep-inducing film I've ever seen. It was painful at times to try to stay
awake through its interminable four hours.
It's not even that interesting. If it had been better
directed and edited, I think I still would have been disappointed by it. It
astonishes me that this bourgeois soap opera is being raved about by some
top-notch critics.
It is beautiful to look at; that's for sure. But films have
to be way more than visually beautiful. They must have something to say. This
film has little to say. It is soap opera given a high bourgeois treatment by a
director (Chilean director Raul Ruiz) who loves mainstream 19th-century
fiction.
If Mr. Ruiz had any interest in the 21st century, he might
be an interesting artist for us today. But he doesn't. He wants to go back in
time to 1820 -- and he should. If he had anything fresh and interesting to say
about the 19th century, that would be something. But he doesn't even have that.
As an artist, he's embalmed.
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