Sally Potter's The Man Who Cried, like her acclaimed Orlando before it, is an ambitious exploration of identity, richly intoxicated with the sensual possibilities of cinema. Photographed by one of Europe's greatest cinematographers, Sacha Vierny (Last Year at Marienbad, Belle du Jour, Hiroshima Mon Amour), with extravagantly beautiful costumes by Oscar-winner Lindy Hemming (Topsy-Turvy) and set in the vibrant milieu of a Paris slowly building towards World War II, visually this is European cinema at its bigger-budget best. The costumes in a Parisian can-can club are some of the most sumptuous ever created, and the sombre hues in the misty Russian village of the opening sequence haunt the screen throughout the film, yet they promise an excellence and a mystery that is never quite delivered. Potter's ambition isn't justly rewarded largely because of her strange choices of lead actors. Perhaps due to the weight of a hefty budget and the perceived box-office pull of American stars, some odd casting choices were made. To see Christina Ricci as a displaced Russian peasant, not to mention Johnny Depp as a Romanian Gypsy and John Turturro as a fascist Italian theatre director, jars to say the least. Perhaps this was part of Potter's design in a film that is once again obsessed with the splintered and shimmering surfaces of European identity (or maybe the cod accents are a mark of Potter's reputedly cheeky humour?).
On the DVD: The DVD itself is disappointingly devoid of extra features, but this digital version beautifully showcases the glorious craftsmanship on offer. --Tricia Tuttle
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