at the Gates
from the get go Enemy had a few flaws...First and fore
most is the way the cast speaks. Pure and proper British. Sure
the two leads are British (Law and Fiennes) but, um, they play
Russians...Fighting Germans...Very distracting. Compounded by
the fact the Russian uniforms (though I am certainly no scholar
on war fashions) were this kucka brown/green similar to the
Brits. So quite often you were put in a mind twist when they
suddenly showed newspapers, graffiti etc. in Russian.."
Your mind would quickly check its
self-"Oh, yeah, it's Stalingrad, not London, right."
What, the actors couldn't manage a few lessons with an accent
specialist? Can you even imagine Schindler's List with
proper British accents? No. Of course not.
story goes...It's WW2. The Russian moral is low. They are losing
thousands to the Germans daily. What they need is an all-Ruskie-common-man
Soviet yuppie, and journalist, Danilov (Joe " Please leave
Ralph out of this!" Fiennes) thinks his friend sniper Vassili
(Jude " Cherub faced" Law) would be just the comrade
for the troupes and people of the Soviet to adore.
begin a campaign. Real propaganda filled
pro-Russian hype. The Germans get quite annoyed as
this hero-sniper offs more and more Germans to the glee of the
Russian people. They decide to send in their top sniper
to wipe out their top sniper. A real hard ball game of
Nazi they send is Mjr. Koenig (Ed - looking quite sharp all
nazied up- Harris).
love's sniper, mythical Cupid hits both Danilov and Vassili's
heart with a sharp arrow pointed straight at local peasant turned
( Rachel Weisz). Will this be the ruin of the two? Can their
friendship sustain the interference of penis envy? Will Mjr.
Koening get his man?
tries so hard to pull at your heartstrings.
The acting is absolutely the draw here. Rock solid. But the
story, while entertaining at times, is long and just not intriguing
enough to keep you enthralled.
Fiennes family is a talented and attractive lot. You've got
ultra handsome filet of manbeef with an extra helping of man
yum pototoes brooder extraordinaire, Ralph,
sister Martha a darn good film director, another
brother a musician, yet another a gamekeeper, etc...And the
matriarch was (as she's sadly passed) a free spirited soul and
author, Jini. Then there's little Joey. He's not as swell on
the retina as Bro. Ralphie but he's holding his own... His eyes
are like pools of sensuality. Luring, calling, dare I say bellowing
for one to get lost in ...excuse me...He's as intense as his
grossly thespian sibling, granted, and proving he too can titillate
your fancy with theatrical orations worthy of your hefty movie
costar, Jude Law, is such a manfest powerhouse it only strengthens
Fiennes' performance. Hey this Jude guy is a scrumptious little
British teacake from North Umberland with full fat butter melted
in a light hearted casually elegant little role like The
Talented Mr. Ripley, or as a trashy and quickly disposed
of manboytoy, as in Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil,
Law manages to steal a bit of his better known costars glimmer
and momentarily take some of the glow for himself. His flawless
job as lead here in Enemy at the Gates may just catch
him his own well-deserved little shooting star.
your a fan of any the cast, see this just for the stellar performances
(and handsome facades) they cast onto celluloid with albeit
moronic accent that repeatedly throws your suspension of disbelief.
But don't expect another wartime epic worthy of multiple viewing...Say
an English Patient or Saving Private Ryan period
piece with soul and girth. It's the two handsome leads alone
that even makes this watchable, once.
Note: You may want to pack your MPK
(movie puke bag) if you decide to see this...the "love"
scene is filthyliterally. You are less interested
in their lovemaking techniques, than
you are worried about the kind of infections those dirty exploring
fingers could cause. Yech. Hardly erotic.
recommendation: stergeon, caviar and vodkanatch
Jude Law, Joseph Fiennes, Ed Harris, Rachel Weisz and a sore
infested Bob Hoskins.
by: Jean- Jacques Annaud