When Ralph Fiennes is almost killed by a buzz bomb, lover Julianne Moore promises G*d to give him up if Fiennes is spared. For the rest of the movie, Fiennes' hatred toward G*d grows.
Neil Jordan's remake of the 1955 movie is full of Graham Greene's "tortured Catholic" theology. Visually it is a throwback to those lush British romances of the 1940s, in green-tinged Technicolor; clearly it is meant to replicate the amazing plays of color and shadow of that era, but the process has changed over the decades, and it simply looks foggy; half of the scenes are shot in rain.
The performances, given the leads, Jordan regular Stephen Rea, and Jason Isaacs giving a bang-up Ralph Richardson imitation, are excellent, but Michael Nyman's score is so romantic that the movie occasionally seems to verge on burlesque.
Neil Jordan's remake of the 1955 movie is full of Graham Greene's "tortured Catholic" theology. Visually it is a throwback to those lush British romances of the 1940s, in green-tinged Technicolor; clearly it is meant to replicate the amazing plays of color and shadow of that era, but the process has changed over the decades, and it simply looks foggy; half of the scenes are shot in rain.
The performances, given the leads, Jordan regular Stephen Rea, and Jason Isaacs giving a bang-up Ralph Richardson imitation, are excellent, but Michael Nyman's score is so romantic that the movie occasionally seems to verge on burlesque.