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Anyone else seen this by now?
Because of a very limited UK cinema release I only saw this on DVD the other week. I liked it, but it’s neither the disaster I feared or an overwhelmingly successful recreation of the novel.
Comparing it to Factotum, Ask the Dust is more obviously a period piece while Factotum (from memory) is general enough that you could assume it takes place at anytime from the time of the novel’s writing to present day; it presents universalised themes of anger and numbness not tied too tightly to the setting. Ask the Dust has a more specific focus on the nature of American identity, it’s relation to race and colour, and inter-racial tension, which branches out into more general themes of humiliation and struggling to find solace and sympathy after dually committing and suffering from violent or degrading acts. And it is a film primarily about humiliation to begin with, and to a degree that’s where the film is strongest, portraying the two central characters both attracted and repulsed by one another, and humiliating one another in increasingly spiteful ways in order to to displace their feelings of attraction.
Colin Farrell’s tone and accent for the film immediately impressed, as did his relatively understated performance. There are a lot of nice touches that the film lifts directly from the novel, like the impoverished Bandini living on oranges in his boarding room, but the film struggles to convey the import of these facts. As the film goes on though, it’s obvious that Farrell either decided against or was technically incapable of incorporating the above-mentioned manic energy and ridiculous confidence of the novel’s protagonist, which in turn means that, lacking the justification of an intense, conflicted attraction for Camilla, Bandini seems a much paler and blander version of himself, and his calculated acts of malice appear as little more than petulance. Elettaria, not having read the novel, pointed out that generally films about the adolescent confusion of young, not terribly worldly male writers is much more difficult to 1) identify with, and 2) take seriously, from a female perspective, and that on those terms, and I quite agree, Ask the Dust seems to carry no more than a sweetly naïve impression of what humiliation and warring couples are like compared to a classic such as Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf.
Just to go back to the anxiousness of my initial post, I have to say that I didn’t really feel negatively affected by the film at all. I don’t feel the producers missed the point, quite the contrary (it's a faithful, even conservative adaptation using the main points of the book), but I think they struggled to present the immediacy and passion the characters and themes demand, with the result that the film feels oddly bloodless, removed, a somewhat quaint, quite well acted, nicely produced, faithful to the source material, occasionally amusing period drama. So I liked it, and I think, in general terms, that I’d have to say I think it’s a good, small film, but that I’d struggle to have any sort of serious connection with it personally. |
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