What it finally adds up to is a huge mixed bag of waxworks and daring, a film that is furiously ambitious even when it goes flat, and startling even when it settles for eerie, movie-of-the-week mimicry.
Quality enhancements --- just a tad but there was definitely more interest and thought behind the creation of subtitles, chapters and BD intros than most upgraded movies. Buy this again if you are an Oliver Stone fan like me. You won't be disappointed!
It's time for legislation decreeing that no one be allowed to make a screen adaptation of a novel of any quality whatsoever if Ismail Merchant, James Ivory and Ruth Prawer Jhabvala are available, and if they elect to do the job.
The result of this high-powered collaboration is a movie of such unrelieved genteelness that it makes one long to head for Schrafft's for a double-gin martini, straight up, and a stack of cinnamon toast from which the crusts have been removed.
The performances feel honest, and are perfectly attuned to Ivory's sauntering directorial pace. No one is in a hurry to have any epiphanies or enjoy the release of emotional catharsis. I appreciated it.