Review Date: July 10, 1999
Director: Oliver Parker
Writer: Oliver Parker
Producers: Bruce Davey, Uri Fruchtmann
I guess we have all gotten so used to the immoralities running rampant today (The President of the United States was getting headjobs under his desk from an intern, for God's sakes!), that the outrage supplied by the characters in the film feel quite exaggerated. Then again, perhaps it is time for us to begin revising our own moral agendas of the day. Then again, perhaps it is time for me to loosen up and get back to my review of this film, instead of rambling on about stuff that is of no consequence to this critique, per se. Arrrumphh.....now where was I? Ah yes, despite my original misconception, there is no gay content in this film, despite its lead actor being an openly gay man, and the story being based on an Oscar Wilde play, another gay man. Now there's another remark that has absolutely nothing to do with my review, just a fact that I thought might help another sap like me, who would go in thinking the same. Overall, a harmless little ditty is this film, with some great performances from all involved, most particularly Julianne Moore as the Queen Beeyatch, and Rupert Everett as the ultimate slacker bachelor. It's funny, it's serious, there's romance, there are twists and turns, and all in all, it is quite pleasant to look at. Fun English times.