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<text id=94TT0297>
<title>
Mar. 14, 1994: The Arts & Media:Cinema
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<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1994
Mar. 14, 1994 How Man Began
</history>
<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
THE ARTS & MEDIA, Page 103
Cinema
C'est La Mort
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<body>
<p>Savage Nights has a defiantly incorrect view of AIDS
</p>
<p>By Richard Corliss
</p>
<p> Paris and Philadelphia were never exactly sister cities, except
maybe to Benjamin Franklin. In current movie terms, and when
the incendiary issue of AIDS is raised, the towns couldn't be
further apart. The hit film Philadelphia treats its subject
gingerly, making its hero a saint and a near monogamist. Cyril
Collard's French film Savage Nights is defiantly incorrect,
even reckless, in its political agenda. Its hero is a fellow
who is HIV positive but continues to have unprotected sex. C'est
la vie. C'est la mort. No big difference.
</p>
<p> Writer-director Collard plays Jean, a bisexual filmmaker determined
to keep searching for truth--and partying hard--in the face
of death. He vacillates between Samy (Carlos Lopez), a rough-trade
Spaniard, and Laura (Romane Bohringer, recently seen illuminating
The Accompanist), a would-be actress. Jean wants to have safe
sex with Laura, but she will let no condom come between them.
Ever the gent, Jean obliges.
</p>
<p> One would like to embrace Savage Nights. Its dour attitude and
grungy visual style are an antidote to Hollywood's reductive
take on AIDS stories. Collard, who died of aids last year, a
few days before his film was awarded a Cesar (France's Oscar)
for Best Picture, comes across as a director showing real skill
with his young cast, and as a skulkily seductive actor.
</p>
<p> But the movie finally confounds everyone's best intentions,
including the audience's. It is both sensational and sentimentalized.
It ricochets from one lurid fresco to another. O.K., these days
narrative coherence is for wimps. But since Savage Nights staggers
along at two hours plus, it is less an inside tour of the lower
depths than a life sentence down there. Even art-house moviegoers
sympathetic to Collard's aims may decide they'd rather be in
Philadelphia.--R.C.
</p>
</body>
</article>
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