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Excellent but underrated film

This is one of the few movies I've ever seen where the whole audience broke into spontaneous, loud applause a third of the way in.

There is, somehow, an interesting story here, as well as some good acting. There are also some good scenes

Though I've been enjoying the movie very much, I'd rather not compare it with the original novel by Evelyn Waugh on which it was based. Because the very point of the savage satirical masterpiece is missing in this film, which turned out to be only the tragical drama about adultery, the death in the family, the "saintly" husband and a hypocritical bitch of a wife who ruined their perfect image of family for nothing (not very refreshing story, I'd say). The actors did their best, and the atmosphere is delivered perfectly, but...it's hard to say why - the filmmakers revealed to us only the surface image of what the story is really about. Lacking the deadly satire of the original novel - it's turned out to be another work entirely."I will show you fear in a handful of dust" (c) - they didn't manage to do it. They showed only the typical tragedy of the cliché-situation.Therefore my rating - "6", for a nice picture and acting, but for entire lack of the whole point.

"A Handful Of Dust" strikes one as a butterfly on a pin, beautiful to look at but rather pointless, apart from what's holding the poor butterfly. This cinematic adaptation of the Evelyn Waugh novel has all the same pieces, but lacks a sense of purpose beyond its own pointless existence.In 1930s England, we meet Tony Last (James Wilby), country squire and "rather a stick" who dotes over his son and his grand but decaying estate, Hetton. This doesn't sit well with wife Brenda (Kristin Scott Thomas), who pines for the party scene in London. "I just thought it would be fun to eat someone else's food for a bit, that's all," she says when Tony shoots down a suggestion to pay a visit on one of her friends. Brenda has other options, it turns out, a young man named Beaver (Rupert Graves) with whom she takes up an affair that is common knowledge to everyone but Tony until a horrible accident brings everything in sharp focus.There's nothing here not covered better in the novel, which has its own problems in terms of structure (namely an incongruous last act set in South America) but captures wonderfully a jaded social scene Waugh inhabited but despised. Reading "Handful Of Dust" is to be immersed in a world of clever beastliness, but an inert quality of cold cynicism hampers the film, which by following the novel as closely as it does suffers for the lack of Waugh's jabbing narration.The principal actors all play their roles capably enough, but none find the right angle or empathy to make the film either wicked fun or emotionally involving. Judi Dench comes closest as Beaver's mercenary mother, crowing about a fatal house fire she expects to make money off redecorating. "Luckily they had that old-fashioned fire extinguisher that ruins everything," she purrs. But neither she nor any of the other savage Londoners that abet Brenda's cruelty give you much to hold onto. They say their lines, make their point, and the film rolls on.Alec Guinness shows up late in the film as Mr. Todd, a sinister character who takes advantage of Tony in a curiously quaint way. "There is medicine for everything in the forest, to make you well...and to make you ill," is about as openly threatening as he gets, and it is enough. Still, even he doesn't bring enough life to the proceedings to make the film take off.Director Charles Sturridge, who also co-wrote the film, gets in a lot of pretty pictures of period London and the rain forest, but he doesn't seem to have much of a vision of his own beyond capturing Waugh on film the same way he did with "Brideshead Revisited," the 1981 miniseries he co-directed. "Brideshead" though had many more hours to develop its subtle themes, and a better story besides of grace as well as ignominy. "Dust" just has the ignominy. It is not enough.I really liked only one performance in the entire film, that of Alice Dawnay as a little girl named Winnie who accompanies her mother to Brighton and doesn't see why she can't have a seaside holiday even if her mother's there to help Tony amass evidence of sexual infidelity for a quick divorce. The girl's scenes with Wilby have the right lightness and energy to suggest a film moving on its own power, and not just going through the motions.But for the most part, "Dust" delivers only a sad tale of ruined lives that fails to make you care about anyone who is in it. There's nothing in it that really stinks, yet the lack of a real point really hurts it in the end.

The hammerblow of human cruelty dressed in the velvet glove of pre-war hoch-Englishness. It's distressing that terrible things happen to the pathetic yet likable protagonist Tony (James Wilby) - even more so that they are delivered in the slow drip of self-interested scheming rather than in galvanising dramatic confrontations.Actually, Wilby is one of the two weak links of this film. He's not quite got the richness or range to suggest a redemptive development to his character. He's not sympathetic enough. The other might be Sturridge's peculiar, impressionistic direction that can fail to give the story enough propulsion.What the film does have are a number of fine performances from a top-drawer supporting cast. One fears Alec Guiness may be a final-frame cameo, but his contribution is in fact at least as substantial as Brando's in Apocalypse Now. Kristin Scott Thomas is quite excellent, at once endearing and blindly self-interested. And I also liked very much Pip Torrens, a really sharp study of a new sort of British gent - modern and knowing, but no cad. 6/10

but well worth the time. The actors are perfection while the story is allowed to tell itself with crushing realism. This isn't a movie that is going to make you smile much but it will probably make you think.