This is another movie in the list of "What Does Anyone See In Scarlet Johansen" films. As in Vicky, Christina, Barcelona, the porcine-faced Johansson is totally unconvincing as the object of the desire of a man with appeal and choice who is driven by anything other than his small brain. It calls to mind the old punchline "If you can't sing Melancholy Baby," show us your tits."
In this case, both Johansson & Helen Hunt were not good choices for the roles they were called upon to play. The Wilde original calls for sophisticated (& probably necessarily British) actors with talent for the drawing rooms of the 19th century.
Tom Wilkinson & the sets/setting were the only redeeming things in this otherwise pretty badly acted film.
In this case, both Johansson & Helen Hunt were not good choices for the roles they were called upon to play. The Wilde original calls for sophisticated (& probably necessarily British) actors with talent for the drawing rooms of the 19th century.
Tom Wilkinson & the sets/setting were the only redeeming things in this otherwise pretty badly acted film.
