"This sort of thing must be stopped. Immediately."
Personally, I've nothing against period films. I quite enjoyed most of the examples I've seen. Unfortunately, everything about The Wings of The Dove seemed like nothing more than a pleading attempt by the filmmakers to draw sympathy out of an audience watching totally unsympathetic characters.It's early in the century. Two lovers' togetherness is being threatened, because of poverty and family and a few other wee bits of minutiae. Along comes a rich,terminally ill American (we all know that those are the easiest people to dupe) and out comes a scheme to rid her of all that burdensome wealth before her death.
And up pops some nudity here, some true bitchiness there, some sex hither and some whining thither, and a good measure more nudity off pissing on the plot in the corner.
It's all a bit much, to tell the truth. The idea wasn't a bad one. But pair all that gratuitous bitching with characters whose personalities are as 3 dimensional as a cartoon tree and a script that makes the actors sound just as wooden.
Its a film for hard-core Helena Bonham Carter fans, surely. But unless you really pay attention, none of the other actors can bring their characters to the foreground with the way the plot is centered. It's all about Kate, the poor loving englishwoman who's just doing what she has to. Carter may try to make Kate seem sympathetic, or even human, but the elements are just lost in a jumble of nothing.It's really too bad The Wings Of The Dove had to be made into a movie. It's qualities are so outnumbered by fatal defects that our descent into the story is absolutely miserable, and nothing you can do will drag something out of the gutter when its as imbedded as this.