Variety, 23 February 1998, by Todd McCarthy "The Misadventures of Margaret (movie reviews)" ----------------------------------------------------------- A TF1 Intl. and Granada presentation with the participation of the European Co-Production Fund (U.K.) of a Lunatics & Lovers/Granada production in co-production with Mandarin and TF1 Films with the participation of Canal Plus in association with Film 50. (International sales: TF1 Intl., Paris.) Produced by Ian Benson. Executive prOducers, Andy Harries, Pippa Cross, Dominique Green. Co-producers, Nicolas Altmayer, Eric Altmayer. Directed, written by Brian Skeet, based on the novel "Rameau's Niece" by Cathleen Schine. Camera (Rank color), Romain Winding; editor, Clare Douglas; music, St Etienne; production design, Martin Childs; art direction, Charlotte Watts (U.K.), Didier Naert (France), John McFarlane (U.S.); set decoration, Jennifer Halpern (U.S.); costume design, Edi Giguere; sound (Dolby), Peter Glossop; makeup and hair design, Jan Sewell; line producer, Mark Cooper, Edith Colnel (France); associate producers, Andrew Holmes, Michael Wilson; assistant directors, Simon Moseley (U.K.), Dominique Delany (France), Jude Gorjanc (U.S.); casting, Vanessa Pereira, Simone Ireland. Reviewed at Sundance Film Festival (Premieres), Jan. 19, 1998. Running time: 105 MIN. Margaret Nathan Parker Posey Edward Nathan Jeremy Northam Richard Lane Craig Chester Till Turner Elizabeth McGovern Lily Brooke Shields Art Turner Corbin Bernsen Young Girl Justine Waddell Martin Patrick Bruel The Philosopher Stephane Freiss Dr. Lipi Alexis Denisof Sarah from Brighton Amy Phillips A lamentable attempt to recapture the appeal of classic Hollywood romantic comedies, "The Misadventures of Margaret" falls flat on its face right out of the gate and never gets back on its feet. Arch, unfunny and annoying, this mostly Gotham-set British-French co-production makes even its most talented cast members look bad and has dire commercial prospects. What it was doing at the Sundance Film Festival is a question for the ages. Based on a novel by Cathleen Schine, this first feature by British former documaker Brian Skeet tries to be oh-so- naughty by taking a sexually frank approach to the sort of material that used to be handled with discretion and innuendo. But making all the women unpleasantly catty sex- on-the-brain neurotics and throwing in a liberal dose of (mostly male) nudity rep just a couple of the many misguided gambits in a film that emerges as a curdled version of Hollywood's sophisticated "divorce comedies" such as "The Awful Truth." Parker Posey, in her only poor performance to date, plays Margaret Nathan, a bestselling author so unaccountably insecure that she can barely put in an appearance at an award party in her honor. Married for seven years to low-key but hunky college prof Edward (Jeremy Northam), the impossibly cranky Margaret is restless despite her hubby's endless attentiveness, and decides to address her writer's block on her latest novel, an elaboration on some erotic French 18th-century diary fragments, by taking a trip to France for "research." Ready for anything after her down-and-dirty conversations with playwright sister Till (Elizabeth McGovern) and bisexual friend Lily (Brooke Shields), Margaret books a room at the country chateau where all the literary sexcapades took place years ago, but upon arrival is crushed to discover that it is now a convent for cloistered singing nuns. However, there is one other guest, a handsome, divorced French sound engineer, Martin (Patrick Bruel), who is recording the nuns and inspires Margaret further toward the brink of infidelity. Back in Manhattan, Margaret has further fantasies, the most gratuitous of which involves her vividly imagining a bunch of men playing basketball naked in Central Park, and begins to suspect that Edward may be having an affair with a comely student. Implausibly, Edward welcomes the visiting Martin into his home, which opens the door to Margaret to fool around with the Frenchman right under his nose, but by now the film has long since lost any claim on the viewer's serious attention anyway. Big problem from the get-go is the lack of any sympathetic rationale for Margaret's behavior. While her gay best friend and editor Richard (Craig Chester) may encourage her "to throw her last scruple to the wind," the viewer feels no desire for Margaret to do so, and the all-talk, no-action imbalance the film demonstrates on its single topic of interest, adultery, makes it seem timid despite its constant attempts at "ribald" titillation. Screenplay is larded with weak attempts at flip, epigrammatic dialogue, and general approach could scarcely be more out of step with current audience concerns or sensibilities. Direction, makeup, photography and costuming of the actresses, including an unflatteringly staged nude scene for Posey, are particularly unbecoming, and performance style overall is far too artificial and brittle. Locations are nice, while the score leans, for no particular reason, toward disco. ----------------------------------------------------------- Bentley's Bedlam http://www.BetsyDa.com/bedlam.html This website is for information and entertainment purposes only and is not intended to infringe on copyrights held by others.