Innocent Lies (1995) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
Innocent Lies, a murder mystery of sorts, could be used for an exam in Film
Appreciation 101. Here's how it would work. You watch the film until
all the major characters are introduced. Then, if you cannot figure
out all the secrets of the past and everything that will happen in the
future, your degree is denied. A detective from England visits a French coastal town because to attend the funeral of a close friend, and because he's curious about the friend's alleged suicide. He ends up turning a suspicious eye on an aristocratic family which is filled with the usual stock characters and situations for all decadent European movie aristocrats in the 1930's: incest, fratricide, Nazi sympathies, anti-semitism, dark family secrets, and insanity. I don't think they had any relatives locked in the attic, but I may have missed that because I was just so bored. In addition to the gothic premise, Innocent Lies is saddled with all the worst elements of the worst British movies: lifelessness, excessive talkiness, slow pacing, irrelevant dithering with sub-plots, monotonous voices, and sheer tedium. To make matters even worse, the director felt it was necessary to use some footage again and again, despite the fact that it wasn't interesting to begin with. The only redeeming element of the film is the starkly beautiful cinematography by Patrick Blossier. If your doctor tells you that you have only 88 minutes to live, you should watch this, because it will seem like 20 years. |
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