Boringly cryptic and oblique Death-in-Venice tale about an unmarried English couple preyed upon by an ambiguous white-suited native (actually Christopher Walken with a bad accent, explained or excused by biographical brushwork to do with an upbringing in England and a Canadian wife). Harold Pinter, working at about half-alert on an adaptation of a novel by Ian McEwan, contributes some of his silently sniggering dialogue ("I can't read this damn book," grumps the Englishman. "It's," pausing to enlarge on his thought, "unreadable!"), and he elicits thereby some softly sniggering responses. With Natasha Richardson, Rupert Everett, and Helen Mirren; directed by Paul Schrader. (1991) — Duncan Shepherd
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