What a pathetic little man Max Zorn is. It’s not just his prose that’s lame (shockingly, the screenplay’s co-written by Schlöndorff and Colm Tóibín), it’s the very core of his being. A habitual skirt-chaser, he hasn’t the slightest ear for a woman’s heart, mind or soul, and Schlöndorff’s asking for a leap of faith too far if we’re to truly believe women keep falling for him. Then there’s the sheer lack of believability in the performances across the board, and I certainly wouldn’t blame this cast.
February 15, 2017