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Aug. 02, 1993: Reviews:Cinema
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TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
Aug. 02, 1993 Big Shots:America's Kids and Their Guns
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<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
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REVIEWS, Page 56
CINEMA
Cultural Confusions
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<p>By RICHARD SCHICKEL
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<qt>
<l>TITLE: Rising Sun</l>
<l>DIRECTOR: Philip Kaufman</l>
<l>WRITERS: Philip Kaufman, Michael Crichton, Michael Backes</l>
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<p> THE BOTTOM LINE: The best seller's passions were misplaced,
but in toning them down, the adaptation turns bland.
</p>
<p> We open in a Los Angeles karaoke parlor where a Japanese man
is crooning Cole Porter's Don't Fence Me In. It's a weird image
of cross-cultural confusion, but that's not the half of it.
The video carrying the sing-along words is a Japanese version
of Sergio Leone's first spaghetti western, A Fistful of Dollars,
which was, in turn, a knockoff of Akira Kurosawa's Yojimbo,
a samurai epic.
</p>
<p> This is smart stuff. For, finally, what is Rising Sun about
but the careless ways in which cultural heritages and institutions
are bartered in the international marketplace and the confusions
that arise from this traffic? Just about everything that's worth
thinking about in Michael Crichton's novel is wittily and efficiently
set forth in this sequence.
</p>
<p> There were, however, a couple of things in the book that were
unworthy of thought, even by the modest standards of airplane
reads. One of these was Crichton's habit of stopping every 20
pages or so to give a little lecture on the evil genius of Japanese
corporate culture. The other was a mystery about an American
girl found dead on the boardroom table at a Japanese conglomerate's
American headquarters. This plot was more intricate than it
had to be because the author was determined to show that there
was nothing in American life that the wily Asiatics could not
penetrate and corrupt if they set their minds to it--the Los
Angeles police department, of course, but also the U.S. Senate,
distinguished universities, even country clubs.
</p>
<p> Director Philip Kaufman and Co. have done what they can to lighten
this load. The near racist lectures have been trimmed and tightened,
and the plot has been twisted so that a Japanese is no longer
the murderer. Still, much of the story line must still be tediously
pursued, and everybody spends a lot of time sitting around talking
about what has happened, is happening or may be about to happen.
</p>
<p> It helps that Sean Connery, as a Japanophile detective who yet
retains a few interesting Japanophobic tics, is the chief explainer.
It also helps that lively Wesley Snipes is the younger man he's
mentoring through this exercise. But it would be nice to see
Connery doing something intrinsically interesting instead of
trying to make something inherently dull entertaining. And it
would be good to see Snipes cut loose more than he is able to
here. But that's the way things go in this cautious adaptation
of a "controversial" book. It makes you realize that Crichton's
novel was largely powered by his animus against the Japanese
business culture, and perversely, you miss his outrage. With
that toned down, Rising Sun turns into just another dispassionate
whodunit.
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