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Legends of the Fall
(1995)
Edward Zwick (About
Last Night…, Glory) has directed this overneat
would-be-epic, which is American romantic nationalism at its most vapid.
It's a bleeding-heart western about the establishment of a nation of
brave soldiers, one-dimensional Native Americans, and spiritual grizzly
bears. The film is based on the novel by Jim Harrison, but no matter
what screenwriters Susan Shilliday and Bill Wittliff tried to do with
the adaptation, they didn't succeed. This picture has so many
melodramatic turns and teary-eyed character relations that the perpetual
funeral it soaks in doesn't reach a higher dramatic
level than it does in Mike Newell's
Four Weddings and
a Funeral. Oh, but isn't it sad? Oh yes, it's as sad as
the latest Harlequin novel. Brad Pitt plays the pretty-boy
lead with his typical charisma, which is anachronistic here.
His character is about as interesting as that wretched narrator named One Stab,
who tries to give you some poetic words of wisdom but really just cites
clichés. The film's only redeeming quality is the relationship between Aidan Quinn and Anthony Hopkins, who
share a couple of
valuable moments together towards the end.
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