Review: Love in the Time of Cholera
There’s a certain kind of twisted logic to it: a novel about the persistence of love has turned, in the hands of a mediocre director, into a a campy, puffed-up piece of rotten Oscar bait, a movie of such boundless badness that it would take somebody with a Nobel Prize in literature to truly fathom the extent of its wretchedness.
Gabriel García Márquez’s 1985 novel Love in the Time of Cholera is an impossibly sustained lyrical romance of unfulfilled love that stretches over decades, set among the lush vegetation and brimming cities of the Colombian coast. With his adaptation, Mike Newell (Four Weddings and a Funeral, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire) demonstrates that there’s more to Garcia Marquez than extravagant plotting: without the master's ineffable touch, even his most fertile fictions turn to dust. Love in the Time of Cholera opens on Friday. Read Jürgen's review.
Comments
wouldn’t it be more responsible to read the book that this film is being adapted from in order to make educated comments? It’s a great book.
I agree–it’s a wonderful book. It’s not a wonderful movie, though.
It is a good book. the rest is a personal opinion and doesn’t appear to be true.
Statement is another marketing crap.
BAT
Hi, BAT. Of course it’s personal opinion, that’s the point of a review. I do like to think I’m making a reasonable argument. (You’ll also find that I’m not alone.) If you disagree, feel free to post why.
I don’t understand what you mean by “marketing crap.”