
Compared with the work of partner James Ivory, Ismail Merchant’s helming efforts (which include 1996’s The Proprietor and 1999’s Cotton Mary) have been lacklustre affairs, riven with fruity overacting and narrative inconsistencies. So it proves with his fourth outing as director, a good-looking but dull adaptation of the VS Naipaul novel about an Indian faith healer who rises to political prominence in the colonial outpost of Trinidad.
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