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Jan. 11, 1993: Reviews:Cinema
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TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
Jan. 11, 1993 Megacities
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<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
REVIEWS
CINEMA, Page 50
Stiff Upper Libido
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<p>By RICHARD CORLISS
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<qt>
<l>TITLE: DAMAGE</l>
<l>DIRECTOR: Louis Malle</l>
<l>WRITER: David Hare</l>
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<qt>
<l>TITLE: PETER'S FRIENDS</l>
<l>DIRECTOR: Kenneth Branagh</l>
<l>WRITERS: Rita Rudner, Martin Bergman</l>
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<p> THE BOTTOM LINE: How to cope with postimperial passion and
pessimism? Two British films provide answers.
</p>
<p> One thing the British ruling classes learned in their
centuries of imperial domain was how to suffer at the hands of
lower orders they could not control. They got the starch in that
stiff upper lip from pretending not to be shocked or exasperated
at the outrages of unruly colonials to whom they played nanny.
Now, with the empire in eclipse, Britons have turned inward to
the late 20th century task of controlling themselves and found
that the new ordeal is no less vexing than the old. Their
hearts may explode through their Savile Row vests, but it's
stiff upper libido all round.
</p>
<p> Damage was directed by Frenchman Louis Malle (in whose
country the film is waggishly tagged Dommage); Peter's Friends
was co-written by U.S. comic princess Rita Rudner. But these
films are British to the bone. They take the dry approach to
very wet issues: mad passion in Damage, nearly every other brand
of designer angst in Peter's Friends.
</p>
<p> Six Cambridge pals meet a decade later at the country
estate of one of their number, Peter (Stephen Fry). Bright
promise has faded; rancor reigns. Life is a melancholy
progression: "Kindergarten. School. University. Black hole." In
its bantering way, the movie is ambitious to a fault. When it
isn't addressing the lapsing of marital love or the exhausting
of extramarital lust, it's got dead babies on its mind, and
AIDS, and the plight of friends who would be the lovers of
friends who'd just as soon not.
</p>
<p> Sounds promising, but Peter's Friends is awful, with
glimpses of wit. The script is hopelessly schematic: one long,
drawing-room chat in which people dish each other, then leave
the room so they can be talked about. Kenneth Branagh's
direction shows none of the care he lavished on his Henry V and
little of the rowdy dazzle of Dead Again. He also misuses some
wonderful actors, including his wife, Emma Thompson; she must
put her radiance on hold to play a prematurely old maid who
wants Peter to "fill me with your babies." Though the plot is
a rehash of The Big Chill, you may ultimately begin wishing
Peter's Friends were instead a remake of Agatha Christie's Ten
Little Indians. Which one of these egregious twits, you ask
hopefully, will be the first to be killed?
</p>
<p> Death is in the air from the first moments of Damage. A
middle-age Member of Parliament (Jeremy Irons), comfortable in
marriage to a rich, charming woman (Miranda Richardson) meets
the enigmatic girlfriend (Juliette Binoche) of his son (Rupert
Graves) and falls in love--really falls, headfirst, from the
precipice of his propriety. People don't survive this impact.
They either die or are scarred forever by guilt and loss.
</p>
<p> Josephine Hart wrote her best seller in a style that
deserves to be called high Harlequin. Irons and Binoche get into
this spirit with their scenes of sexual gymnastics, some of
which stretch the laws of physics. But playwright David Hare
(Plenty) is more interested in the contortions decent people put
themselves through to follow their obsessions while maintaining
decorum. Irons has wonderful command of that flummoxed look that
seizes the spirit of powerful men who can't understand how they
lost control of their life. And Binoche has the lure of mystery
in her fine features; she is every faraway land the British
ever hoped, against hope, to conquer.
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