German director Tom Tykwer took a serious risk when he decided to adapt a novel that relied on a sense that can't be reproduced in the movies. His nose isn't the problem here--his ears are. Perfume
, the movie, looks and smells just fine, but it's tone deaf.
Patrick Süskind's 1985 bestseller somehow managed to sell the dark fable of the strangely gifted 18th-century murderer Jean-Baptiste Grenouille. In a remarkable literary sleight-of-hand, Grenouille's outrageous story convinced as a feverish, murderous fairy tale with a strong undercurrent of morality play. Tykwer tells it as if hes remaking Amadeus: swelling music, ponderous voice-overs, extras, costumes, the worksbut not a whit of humor.
Ben Whishaw and Dustin Hoffman in Perfume(Dreamworks)
As a procession of images that illustrate the novel, Perfume is handsome enough, and newcomer Ben Whishaw does a fine job with the rather thankless role (his nose gets all the close-ups.) Worried father Richis (Alan Rickman) glowers and gnashes his teeth, and his daughter Laura (Rachel Hurd-Wood) is suitably delectable as the red-headed object of Grenouilles olfactory obsessions. Only Dustin Hoffman, as the Italian perfumer Baldini, is allowed the occasional moment of warmth or levity.
At two and a half hours, Perfume lumbers, creaks, and stubbornly insists on its own importance where it should have been breezy and sly. As straight historical thriller, the story of the monstrous Grenouille is completely preposterous; a more knowing attitude and a less somber tone might have helped to make it work on screen. Its surprising that the director of Run Lola Run didnt make a movie thats lighter on its feet.