The Man Who Cried

It's amusing that this film should open in the same month as the scathing Cecil B Demented, in which a Hollywood star is kidnapped by guerilla film-makers. Directed by Sally Potter, whose previous output includes such self-indulgences as Orlando and The Tango Lesson, this brazen arthouser boasts an embarrassment of Hollywood talent - but who will ultimately feel the full weight of this embarrassment (us or them) is open to question. Potter's latest is an aloof and uninvolving bore. Focusing on a stilted Christina Ricci, who looks like she's being directed, Cecil B Demented-style, with a cattle-prod (STAND UP! SIT DOWN! SMILE!), The Man Who Cried is full of 2D characters whose seemingly deliberately bad accents point up the heartless academia of this fruitless affair.

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