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HOLLYWOOD HUES
IT is not often that one gets to see two non-American films (even if they are distributed by American companies) on the commercial circuit. I’m speaking of Chocolat and Captain Corelli’s Mandolin, both based in Europe. In both the movies, the directors go about narrating their story in the style of typical Continental cinema. They weave their way around in a fine kind of tapestry before finally making their point. Chocolat is set in a small French town while Captain Corelli’s Mandolin takes place on a picturesque Greek Mediterranean coast island during World War II. Chocolat is irreverent as it exposes the hypocrisy of tradition and religion while Captain Corelli’s Mandolin is a love story that turns quite mushy. It flatters only to deceive and is brilliantly shot by Oscar-winning cinematographer John Toll. Captain Corelli’s
Mandolin is set in the idyllic
island of Cephallonia where the Italians first and then the Germans next
shatter the peace and tranquillity of the simple folks who inhabit it.
Against this backdrop, director John Madden tries to put together a love
story between a mandolin-strumming Italian captain Antonio Corelli
(Nicholas Cage) and a spunky Greek girl Pelagia (Penelope Cruz) who
begins by opposing the Italians ("a brave Italian is a freak of
nature," she tells him) but ends up falling hopelessly in love with
the Captain in spite of being engaged to Mandaras (Christian Bale), a
local fisherman who is now fighting for his country. |
The story begins well as it captures the rustic milleu of that dreamy island. The cameos are good with Pelagia’s dad, the resident doctor (John Hurt), being the hub of the village activity. Penelope Cruz tires to get under the skin of the role and is convincing at times but Nicholas Cage, after a fair beginning, gets into his City of Angels trance with his head, well fleshed out face at al, virtually in the clouds. All he has to do is to look deeply smitten by love and this is something that he manages pretty well. Chocolat is a much breezier entertainer that is centred on a single parent, Juliette Binoche, who enters this cute French town along with her daughter to start a chocolatery in the austere Christian season of Lent. How the town folk react to this is what Chocolat is all about. There is the uptight mayor who is the keeper of the town’s morality along with the keys and the confused priest who loves Elvis Presley’s music but has to follow the dictates of the mayor. There is also a battered wife and the tough-talking, but diabetic, old landlady (Judi Dench) and other well-etched cameos. If Binoche comes in with the North Wind with her brand of Ariel-like freedom, as infectious as her chocolates, it is the conversion of the town to ridding itself of the shackles of religion and conservatism that is the crux of the film. May be the entry of the pirate or river rat ("they are the dregs of society") Johnny Depp is somewhat contrived but this can be overlooked as it is able to add zest to the proceedings. Chocolat is also a film about relationships. Of a husband who cannot come to terms with his wife, of a daughter who is ashamed of her mother and keeps her son away from her. It is about life and love and hate and the pretences one goes through to put up a facade of well being. The movie is also about the false veneer of religion. All the themes are very succinctly handled by director Lasse Hallstorm with the satire at times souffle-light and at others scathingly strident. All this becomes grist for the entertainment mill and though it is a visual delight and it is also thought-provoking. Binoche, who was brilliant in The
English Patient, goes a step further even though this is quite a
different role. She is supported by some good cameos by Judi Dench and
Johnny Depp. It is basically the excellent blend of form and content
that makes Chocolat such a sumptuous delight. |