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"And I can hardly ever take Terence Stamp seriously, and here he portrays what he probably can portray best: a british Terence Stamp-ian look-alike actor."
I hear ya, brother. The best perfomance of Stamp's career was undoubtedly in Priscilla Queen of the Desert, where his unfortunate stroke-victim diction and autistic emotional remoteness came across as feminine modest reserve. (Ooh dear, I am being a bit mean, aren't I? Hope he hasn't actually had a stroke or I shall have to feel mildly guilty). I'm afraid despite the extremely limited challenges of his part in Ma Femme, he was still not equal to it except when playing drunk. Out-acted by the make-up girl, in fact. Whatever do people see in him?
Apart from that (Mrs. Lincoln) I rather enjoyed the show. Bit fluffier than the usual French fare (is this a post-Amelie anti-miserabilist backlash?) but you can't fault a film that makes London look that good and has everyone smoking on screen all the time. (Mmm, nicotine) |
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