Starring James Franco and Sienna Miller; directed by Gregory Mackenzie. This film contains one of the strangest edits I've seen--a cut that makes it look like Franco has walked into his own POV (when he spots Camille in the river). One can only wonder how a film like this gets made. When you consider what a tiny fraction of movies that go into production ever end up on the screen; and what a tiny fraction of scripts written/sold/optioned ever go into production, it wobbles the mind to consider that this film made it all the way through the almost mathematically impossible feat of
becoming a movie. Dare I spoil it? She's dead! Yes, unfortunate Camille has died on the honeymoon, but she's still, uhmm, alive. Well, not alive, but not dead. This is the tricky part when it comes to screenwriting and film grammar. There should be rules to her predicament, and the film should stick to them. Scott Glen absolutely sucks in his role. Okay, I guess I should just shut up and enjoy Franco's earlier body--tight and turgid with youth. I want her wig. Is she a ghost? Is she a zombie? Someone explain to her that she's dead. Oh, wait, that's the whole plot.
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