Like Michael Radford's The Merchant of Venice, Julie Taymor’s The Tempest is one of the first direct film adaptations of the play, and it is sad that it is by Miss Taymor who has made this film version. The actors are great and the set pieces are terrific, but the direction of the film such as the special effects, the camera work, the music, and the use of Ariel are all too cumbersome to enjoy.
Helen Mirren is brilliant as Prospera. The differences are odd, and not really in keeping with the actual play text, but are quite good. Felicity Jones is also great as Miranda, as is Ferdinand (played by Reeve Carney). The director casts many great actors for her cast, Alan Cumming, Chris Cooper, Ben Wishaw, Alfred Molina, and many others, and most are underused. Though they all do a great job, some of them only appear for a few minutes with very little dialogue.
The set pieces, on location landscapes or in studio sets, are all beautiful. The home of Prospera looks elegant and rich, a home that looks like it was designed By Kenneth Branagh regular Tim Harvey. Also, the many desert fields that Ferdinand and his father walk look surreal and fantastical. This department did quite well in finding great locations for the island and building sets that match that same beauty.
Where the problems come is when Caliban and Ariel are introduced. From this point on, the special effects look like they were generated in a person’s garage, Luhrmann like cinematography that gives epileptic seizures, and music that destroys any mood that might come from the scene.
The special effects look terrible. Ariel is played by Ben Wishaw, who is naked throughout the entire performance, does a decent enough job, but the blue hint that the VFX people gave him and the weird haze that travels around him when he flies around quickly looks too fake, too ridiculous, and too cheap. There are other special effects used that look just as bad, such as fire hounds that Ariel calls to chase after Stephano and Trinculo.
The cinematography is just as bad as the special effects. Especially in the Stephano and Trinculo and Caliban scenes, the camera work moves at a fast pace, with lots of flashing lights and extravagant colors that hurt the eyes and clash with each other. It tries to be humorous and lighthearted, giving it some whimsical feeling, but it gives this reviewer a headache and makes me wonder what the point is.
The last major problem comes from the music. Eliot Goldenthal uses music in a wide variety of ways, and unlike Patrick Doyle’s music for Brangah’s films, there is little cohesion, if any, from scene to scene. There are no discernible themes to connect the character to; there is no organization, simply play music at moments with a feeling that the director wants you to feel (cues such as a waltz or jazz or heavily electronic synthesizers come in and out with little point). It is a complete mash of cues and tracks that only slightly work in one scene rather than as a whole.
Great acting and some well-built sets cannot save this mess of a film. Nothing fits together and it all plays for the moment of the scene rather than for the film as a whole. The cinematography is weak and cumbersome, the music is a mash of terribly written cues for random emotions for the viewer to feel, and cheap effects that make little to no sense.
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