Where to start?
How about with a far better wig for poor Patrick Wilson. It's homage to Gloria Vanderbilt. And some major script work on the insipid, de-balled part of Rauol. He barely even speaks until 45 minutes into the film--and then sounds like an American. Then, he repeatedly tells Christine he'll protect her, and barely ever does. Though he wins the sword fight in the ludicrous scene in the graveyard (Christine to unknown driver: "Take me to the grave of my father!" I guess it's as well known a spot as Grants Tomb in NY... And I love the way she doesn't notice, uh, who the driver is.) The man is wimped out beyond belief for a major character in a romantic triangle. (SPOILER:) The last sequence should be a push-pull among the three, but poor Wilson looks sniffly and ready to burst into tears, chained up, helpless. You root for the Phantom to get this girl.
The movie is full of narrative lapses -- start with that silly businss of Christine heading out to the graveyard. You may accept it on stage, but watching her charge off into the fog alone, she simply looks ridiculous. But working backward from that--you never can quite figure out what everyone has been doing between the set pieces. How does this group of people live? Eat? Sleep? Prepare--this is an opera company where everone seems to know every role, and can go on at any time. Why, after the Phantom's threats and act of murder does everyone go about their business in the opera house, and then say "he's gone!" And then he appears in MASQUERADE, and they are shocked, yet do ... nothing. Again, Raoul, standing around, looks impotent in more ways than one. Also, moving the falling chandelier from the middle to the end, frankly leaves the middle with a hole in it.
The film script needed to be rethought with more attention to all the characters. They are so inadequately drawn for a film, where the music simply can't do all the work. I also felt like Christine didn't really give a damn about singing! She is sort of thrust into the spotlight. Okay, she's young. But she seems to have no ambition, and it makes her wispy and a pawn. Ironically, only the Phantom has any dimension. But I still wonder how he learned to dress himself so elegantly (who cut his hair? Giry?) and to appear so au current, after such a subterranian life. The lapses in logic are everwhere.
"I'm a comedian, but in my spare time, things bother me." Garry Shandling
Updated On: 1/2/05 at 06:57 PM