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English Patient, The (1996)

The English Patient (1996)

Drama
2 hrs. 40 min.
Ralph Fiennes stars as the Hungarian count mistakenly taken for English, in Anthony Minghella's brilliant adaptation of Michael Ondaatje's prize-winning novel. With a love story as big as "Out of Africa" and a setting as big as "Lawrence of Arabia," it's a movie-movie with a poetic soul. With Kristin Scott Thomas, Juliette Binoche, Willem Dafoe.

Directed by
Anthony Minghella

Writing credits (WGA)
Michael Ondaatje (novel)
Anthony Minghella (screenplay)

 

Genre: Romance / Drama (more)

Tagline: In memory, love lives forever. (more)
Plot Outline: At the close of WWII, a young nurse tends to a badly-burned plane crash victim. His past is shown in flashbacks, revealing an involvement in a fateful love affair. (more)
User Comments: The greatest romance movie of all time? Probably... (more)
Cast overview, first billed only:
Ralph Fiennes .... Laszlo de Almásy
Juliette Binoche .... Hana
Willem Dafoe .... Caravaggio
Kristin Scott Thomas .... Katharine Clifton
Naveen Andrews .... Kip
Colin Firth .... Geoffrey Clifton
Julian Wadham .... Madox
Jürgen Prochnow .... Maj. Muller
Kevin Whately .... Hardy
Clive Merrison .... Fenelon-Barnes
Nino Castelnuovo .... D'Agostino
Hichem Rostom .... Fouad
Peter Rühring .... Bermann
Geordie Johnson .... Oliver
Torri Higginson .... Mary
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MPAA: Rated R for sexuality, some violence and language.
Runtime: 160 min
Country: USA
Language: English / German
Color: Color
Sound Mix: Dolby Digital
November 15, 1996

 


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 'The English Patient' Travels Poetic Path to Wartime Love
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By KENNETH TURAN, TIMES FILM CRITIC (Los Angeles Times)
Friday November 15, 1996

     ÀüÀïÀ̶ó´Â ±ØÇÑ»óȲ¼Ó¿¡¼­ÀÇ »ç¶û. Love in the extremes of wartime. Love in a dangerous, unstable universe where questions of nationality and betrayal predominate. Love that sears and scars, like the pitiless expanses of the Sahara. Love that heals, like the verdant countryside of Italy. "The English Patient" explores it all, surely, grandly, operatically.
     A mesmerizing romantic epic taken from Michael Ondaatje's Booker Prize-winning novel, "The English Patient" stars Ralph Fiennes, Juliette Binoche and a radiant Kristin Scott Thomas in a story that spans two continents and a single world war. "The heart is an organ of fire" is its theorem, and it's proved with absolute assurance.
     Created by writer-director Anthony Minghella, the film echoes the Ondaatje book by being poetic at the core. While it inevitably picks and chooses among the novel's plot elements, "The English Patient" retains the original's elusive, evanescent soul.
     It does so especially in the way it reveals itself. Nothing is straightforward, no story moves purposefully from Point A to B. Delicately calibrated between the present of Italy in 1944 and the past of North Africa in the late 1930s, the film's John Seale-photographed images create a nonlinear dream-time sensibility, mysterious, exotic, not quite of this world.
     And, right from the start, "The English Patient" insists on patience where specifics are concerned. The film opens with a ravishing visual prelude, as a Tiger Moth biplane, a man and a woman in its open cockpits, goes down in flames in the trackless desert. Who these people are, what they were attempting and how it relates to the magisterially unfolding plot are questions whose answers are doled out with artful restraint.
     That restraint is made inevitable by the partial amnesia of the horribly burned pilot, glimpsed being tended to by Arabs just after his crash and in an Allied hospital train in Italy near the end of World War II. Known as the English patient because of the witty asides ("I'm a bit of toast, my friend--butter me and slip a poached egg on top") he makes in that language, the man remembers his past only in fragmentary, ambiguous flashbacks.
     Caring for the English patient on the hospital train is Hana (Binoche), a young French Canadian nurse from Montreal. Her essential goodness nearly destroyed by combat's unending cruelty and convinced by a series of deaths that she must be cursed, Hana decides to opt out of the nearly finished war. Taking the patient, her last remaining connection to life, and a large supply of morphine with her, she moves into an abandoned monastery to await his death.
     The English patient's only possession is a worn copy of the Greek historian Herodotus. Reading to him from its pages stirs his memory, and gradually we discover both who the man under that mass of scar tissue once was and what the life he can barely remember was like.
     Count Laszlo de Almasy (Fiennes) is a Hungarian explorer, an erudite and aloof old desert hand who's a key participant in an international expedition sent out by Britain's Royal Geographic Society in the 1930s to discover and map the far reaches of the Sahara, including the remarkable Cave of the Swimmers and its wall paintings.
     Stiff, unbending and rusty at the social graces, Almasy doesn't know how to respond when his group is joined not only by jaunty Englishman Geoffrey Clifton (Colin Firth) but by his confident and beautiful wife, Katharine (Scott Thomas). Her fearlessness sets something off in him, as his self-possession is a challenge to her, and their attraction for each other, especially when she reads a provocative section of Herodotus by firelight, is not in doubt.
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     Alternating with this in Walter Murch's complex editing scheme are increasing complexities at the monastery in Italy, where two men arrive independently. Caravaggio and Kirpal Singh, known as Kip, are considerably more developed in the novel, but even in their abbreviated movie state they are essential to the story's development.
     Carravagio (Willem Dafoe) is a thief turned intelligence operative who comes from the same Montreal neighborhood as Hana. Mysterious about his background and the cause of an injury to his hands, he is surprisingly insistent about finding out as much as anyone can about the English patient.
     Kip (Naveen Andrews) is a Sikh serving as a lieutenant in the British Army with a specialty in bomb disposal. Handsome, gentle, fanatical about his work, he becomes attracted to Hana, and the course of their relationship is a counterpoint to the increasingly complicated and passionate liaison between Almasy and Katharine.
     Born of heat, lust and dislocation, the romance between those two is one of great edgy relationships, a tense forbidden love that intensifies as the threat of war increases. Rising to crescendos of emotion usually reached only by tenors and sopranos, these characters are the beneficiaries of the luminous writing of the novel and screenplay as well as the expert performances of the actors, especially Scott Thomas.
     For while "The English Patient" is hard to imagine without Fiennes' restrained hauteur and heartbreaking good looks, it is Scott Thomas who makes the strongest impression. Usually in the position of stealing a picture with her compelling supporting work (as she did in "Four Weddings and a Funeral," "Richard III" and "Angels and Insects"), Scott Thomas is finally given the opportunity to star here. With her dyed blond hair creating a softer Dietrich look, she gives a gorgeous and magnetic performance that adds unanticipated new dimensions to an already formidable talent.
     Finally it comes down to writer-director Minghella, whose modest debut film, "Truly, Madly, Deeply," didn't hint at the command of dreamlike mood and atmosphere on a large scale he demonstrates here. Though it may sound excessive at 2 hours and 42 minutes, "The English Patient" captivates as only the grandest and most consuming passions can. The heart is an organ of fire indeed.


The English Patient, 1996. R, for sexuality, some violence and language. A Saul Zaentz production, released by Miramax Films. Director Anthony Minghella. Producer Saul Zaentz. Executive producers Bob Weinstein, Harvey Weinstein, Scott Greenstein. Screenplay Anthony Minghella, based on the novel by Michael Ondaatje. Cinematographer John Seale. Editor Walter Murch. Costumes Ann Roth. Music Gabriel Yared. Production design Stuart Craig. Art director Aurelio Crugnola. Set decorators Aurelio Crugnola, Stephenie McMillan. Running time: 2 hours, 42 minutes. Ralph Fiennes as Almasy. Juliette Binoche as Hana. Willem Dafoe as Caravaggio. Kristin Scott Thomas as Katharine Clifton. Naveen Andrews as Kip. Colin Firth as Geoffrey Clifton.  

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The English Patient

 A film review by Christopher Null - Copyright © 1999 filmcritic.com


RATING:
Director: Anthony Minghella
Producer: Saul Zaentz
Screenwriter: Anthony Minghella
Stars: Ralph Fiennes, Juliette Binoche, Kristin Scott Thomas, Willem Dafoe, Naveen Andres, Colin Firth, Jürgen Prochnow
MPAA Rating: R
Year of Release: 1996
Released on video: 09/23/97

 

Go to the official web site for The English Patient Just so you know, "patient" refers to a man with a medical condition, not the ability to sit through a film that flirts with a three hour running time.

You think I'm kidding, but I'm
serious -- The English Patient has got to be the longest romance movie I've ever seen [This was before Titanic. -Ed.]. Well, Out of Africa was awfully long, too, but that doesn't make it okay! (Like your mother might say, "If Meryl Streep jumped off a cliff, would you do it too?")

Okay, I'm being melodramatic, but my three hours in the front row (not by choice) didn't do my neck a bit of good, and if this review seems a bit grumpy, I refuse to be held responsible.

The English Patient is a grand tale of love and loss set during the backdrop of the African theatre of WWII. Told using a structure that busts Hollywood's Three Acts wide open, we follow a man we eventually come to know as The Count (Ralph Fiennes), whose plane has been shot down near the start of the war. Horribly disfigured in the resulting fire and an apparent amnesiac, the Count finds himself in the hands of Hana (Juliette Binoche), a Canadian nurse. While the war plays out, with Hana and the Count holed up in an abandoned monastery, so does the truth about the Count's past -- an intrigue-filled tale of adventure, love, and tragedy.

Fiennes is spectacular is the mystery man, and Kristin Scott Thomas (who plays the Count's flashback love interest) shows that, when she dyes her hair blonde, she can seriously burn up the screen. Also look for Willem Dafoe in one of his most earnest and accessible roles to date. Serious praises are deserved by the film's art director and editor, and I'll be absolutely shocked if
The English Patient doesn't take home a Best Makeup Design Oscar.

The only problem with the film, besides severe butt-ache, is a number of holes in writer/director Anthony Minghella's (
Truly Madly Deeply) screenplay. You'd think that with that extra hour, he could fill these holes up, but I guess not.

No matter.
The English Patient is still a solid story and an exquisitely-produced film. There's always enough going on to hold the viewer's eye, or even get you to shed a tear or two. Just be forewarned that the best films always have sad endings. 


 
Nove    November 15, 1996
 

The English Patient

 
By  JA                                        NET MASLIN
 

 

Christmas in Cairo, 1938: an exquisite sequence in "The English Patient," one of so many in this fiercely romantic, mesmerizing tour de force. In the courtyard of the British Embassy, soldiers sit at tables baking in the sun while a bagpipe plays "Silent Night." The heat is overwhelming.

And the effect is one of dizzying incongruity, as if all the conventions of ordinary life had been suspended. The world has palpably been turned upside down.

Even more torrid than the weather is the erotic pull that draws Katharine Clifton, an elegant Englishwoman who is helping to preside over this party, to the ornate window behind which her handsome, obsessed lover hides.

He longs to lure her away for one of the trysts that fill this haunting film with its intricate array of memories. "Swoon," he whispers ardently. "I'll catch you." She does swoon. No wonder.

"The English Patient," a stunning feat of literary adaptation as well as a purely cinematic triumph, begins long after this love affair has come to a terrible end.

The man of the title, who once pursued Katharine with such intensity, has been literally consumed by fire. Scarred beyond recognition, he lies in a bombed-out Tuscan monastery in the waning days of World War II and is tended by Hana, a luminous nurse.

Hana performs near-miracles. So does Anthony Minghella's film as it weaves extravagant beauty around a central character whose condition is so grotesque.

The same was true for Michael Ondaatje's poetic and oblique 1992 novel, a winner of the Booker Prize. From the standpoint of film adaptation the book is hugely daunting, and not merely because its hero is disfigured and confined to his bed.

"There are stories the man recites quietly into the room which slip from level to level like a hawk," Ondaatje wrote of the injured man sifting through his memories. This dreamlike, nonlinear tale moves in much the same way, swooping gracefully from past to present, from one set of lovers to another, from the contours of the body to the topography of the desert sands.

In love with the mystery of far-flung places, the book invokes geography, wartime espionage and consuming physical passion as it evocatively spans the globe.

Minghella (whose "Truly, Madly, Deeply" and "Mr. Wonderful" are no preparation for this) manages to be astonishingly faithful to the spirit of this exotic material while giving it more shape and explicitness, virtually reinventing it from the ground up. He has described what he aspires to here as "epic cinema of a personal nature."

With its immense seductiveness, heady romance and glorious desert vistas at the "Lawrence of Arabia" level, "The English Patient" imaginatively lives up to that description.

Like T.E. Lawrence, the English patient -- actually the Hungarian Count Laszlo Almasy -- comes to the desert as a cartographer and stays to find himself caught up in war. And Ralph Fiennes, as Almasy, makes himself the most dashing British actor to brood in such settings since the young Peter O'Toole.

Though Fiennes plays the film's Tuscan scenes from beneath pale, bristly stubble and a mask of weblike scars (courtesy of Jim Henson's Creature Shop), he is often seen as a dazzling, elusive figure working with the Royal Geographical Society in remote corners of North Africa.

The film's debonair side is so highly developed that the actors playing these adventurers wear dinner clothes from a tailor who dressed the Duke of Windsor.

As the burn victim confides in Hana (played with radiant simplicity by Juliette Binoche, as a woman recovering her own equilibrium), the details of this earlier life unfold. And the film, like Almasy himself, is most alive in the tempestuous past.

"The English Patient" sets off sparks with the grand entrance of Katharine, played by Kristin Scott Thomas in a great career-altering change of pace. Ms. Scott Thomas' more restrained roles anticipate nothing of her sensual allure and glittering sophistication here.

Katharine descends grandly from the skies with an airplane and a husband (Colin Firth) at her disposal. "She was always crying on my shoulder for somebody," Geoffrey Clinton confides, without realizing that his wife and Almasy have become feverishly involved. "Finally persuaded her to settle for my shoulder. Stroke of genius."

Meanwhile, Almasy's obsession does not escape the notice of Madox (Julian Wadham), his worldly friend and colleague. "Madox knows, I think," he tells Katharine. "He keeps talking about Anna Karenina. It's his idea of a man-to-man chat."

There is no time, while being swept away by the sheer magnetism of "The English Patient," to complain that this kind of treachery is not earthshaking or new.

The film has so many facets, and combines them in such fascinating and fluid style (with great polish from John Seale's cinematography, Stuart Craig's production design, Gabriel Yared's insinuating score and Walter Murch's adroit editing), that its cumulative effect is much stronger than the sum of its parts.

So in exchange for a sharp central story -- or even one that is easily described -- the film offers such indelible images as cave paintings of swimmers in the desert, a sandstorm of mysterious (and prophetic) fury as Almasy and Katharine are thrown together, and the English patient's great treasure, a well-worn, memento-filled volume of Herodotus. Even without that book, the film's reverence for history and literature would be very clear.

The film's parallels and layers also incorporate Caravaggio (Willem Dafoe), a wily Canadian thief whose fate is linked to Almasy's and whose name, like every other detail here, has been chosen with intriguing care.

A more captivating character who receives shorter shrift is Kip (Naveen Andrews), the voluptuously handsome Sikh who defuses land mines and becomes gently involved with Hana. The spareness with which Ondaatje describes this liaison has a piercing loveliness that Minghella's film mirrors:

"She walks towards his night tent without a false step or any hesitation. The trees make a sieve of moonlight, as if she is caught within the light of a dance hall's globe. She enters his tent and puts an ear to his sleeping chest and listens to his beating heart, the way he will listen to a clock on a mine. Two a.m. Everyone is asleep but her."

"The English Patient" sees the eloquent delicacy in that passage and brings it to every frame.

"The English Patient" is rated R (under 17 requires accompanying parent or adult gurdian). It includes violence, nudity, sexual situations, and one terrifying scene involving torture.

NOTES

The English Patient. Directed by Anthony Minghella; written by Minghella, based on the novel by Michael Ondaatje; director of photography, John Seale; edited by Walter Murch; music by Gabriel Yared; production designer, Stuart Craig; produced by Saul Zaentz; released by Miramax Films. Running time: 160 minutes. This film is rated R.

With: Ralph Fiennes (Almasy), Juliette Binoche (Hana), Willem Dafoe (Caravaggio), Kristin Scott Thomas (Katharine Clifton), Naveen Andrews (Kip), Colin Firth (Geoffrey Clifton) and Julian Wadham (Madox).