A very weird film or shall I say, very original. I thought, to begin with, that it was a naive story with beautiful decor and costumes. Then little by little, very slowly you start to suspect a kind of rot under the silk and the flowers. I would have loved to see a sequel of that film!
Call me prudish if you will, but I felt this film should have come with a Government Health Warning.
Mesmerising story? Stunning performances? Was I watching the same film as whoever wrote the blurb?
Mark Rylance was a huge disappointment who, if he had acting talent in 1995, certainly wasn't wasting it on this rubbish.
Patsy Kensit thought sitting about trying to be gorgeous constituted acting, and Douglas Henshall, who was the only one to do any serious acting, unfortunately played a hugely unlikeable character who will mainly be remembered for waving his naked erect member in the camera's face (quite unnecessarily).
Kristen Scott Thomas looked throughout as if she was wondering how she got herself caught up in this boring mess.
I only stuck it to the end because I thought there MUST be a brilliant twist to the plot to make it all worthwhile, but no, it ended tamely like a damp squib.