The Dust of Time
February 13th, 2009
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I’ve really been looking forward to The Dust of Time, the last of two movies starring Willem Dafoe playing at the Berlinale. The first one, Adam Resurrected, is a brilliantly odd piece and probably the last such great part Jeff Goldblum will ever get (the other one being The Fly). This movie… well… let me just put it this way.
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How the art reviews will probably read: A deeply personal movie, crafted with a daring, lyrical beauty, Theo Angelopolous’ The Dust of Time challenges the viewer with a juxtaposition of time-disjointed set pieces about an elderly love triangle, with the main story – if one dares call it that – revolving around Willem Dafoe’s understated performance.
De-bullshit-fier: Only Theo Angelopolous knows what this confused, boring set of kitchen-sink scenes is supposed to mean. Dafoe somehow manages to sleepwalk hurriedly through something that should be titled Alzheimer – The Movie.
Four countries produced the movie. It seems that they also took turns writing and editing it.