★ 7 / 10
This is adapted from two of the Baroness
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This is adapted from two of the Baroness Orczy's books as we head to an 18th century Paris where the terror is in full swing and the newly empowered citizenry…
This is adapted from two of the Baroness Orczy's books as we head to an 18th century Paris where the terror is in full swing and the newly empowered citizenry are beheading aristocrats left, right and centre. Even Louis XVI and his Queen Marie Antoinette have been spliced. There is one hope for those imprisoned, though, and that comes in the form of an enigmatic rescuer. "The Scarlet Pimpernel" is proving the bane of the lives of Robespierre (Richard Morant) and his government, so he details his national security chief Chauvelin (Ian McKellen) to discover his identity and make sure he goes under the blade, too. Chauvelin reckons the best way to do this is to head to London, just as his actress girlfriend "Marguerite" (Jane Seymour) finds herself increasingly disillusioned with the tactics of the revolutionaries and fond of the foppish Englishman "Sir Percy" (Anthony Andrews). Initially resentful of her change of allegiance, he begins to appreciate that her connection with the wealthiest man in the land - who counted the Prince Regent (Julian Fellowes) as a friend - could prove invaluable as he seeks his new nemesis. The situation becomes all the more desperate and dangerous when the safety of the imprisoned eight-year-old Dauphin becomes a cause of concern, and so with both the "Pimpernel" and the remaining French royalists trying to get him out of the dreaded Temple prison, things are almost as perilous for Chauvelin should he fail as for our elusive master of disguise should he get caught. This is a bit on the long side, and some of the make-up effects have struggled to keep up with the times, but Andrews manages the role of "Sir Percy" with some skill opposite a McKellen whose characterisation presented us with a man of ruthlessness, guile and precisely no idea how to tie a cravatte. There is betrayal aplenty on display here; the romantic elements are kept under control and though I think I still preferred Leslie Howard in the title role - though that is as much down to Merle Oberon's superior performance as "Marguerite", this is an enjoyable drama that has seen considerable effort gone into it's production design. It does look like a television movie, but it works well.
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★ 9 / 10
Better than the book by a long shot
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GORGEOUS. That goes for the production, Anthony Andrews, and especially Jane Seymour, who by the evidence of this movie was the most beautiful woman in the…
GORGEOUS. That goes for the production, Anthony Andrews, and especially Jane Seymour, who by the evidence of this movie was the most beautiful woman in the world--or at least in the movies (still is, as far as I'm concerned). Andrews is letter perfect, handles the dual roles far better than Leslie Howard or Richard Grant, both of whom did the Blakeney fine but fell short as the Pimp. But the real star of the movie is Sir Ian as Chauvelin. Twitchy, repressed, jealous, outraged, and with absolutely no sense of humor, a perfect foil for both Sir Percy and the Pimp. And even attractive enough to justify Marguerite's prior interest in him (prior to meeting Sir P, that is). I'd give it a 10 except for the story, which requires acceptance of some serious stretches of the imagination. The script works like hell to justify Percy's keeping his secret identity from his new wife without appearing a bounder, but doesn't quite manage it. I mean, Clark would sure as heck tell Lois. This focuses in a scene that I can NOT accept period: where Percy stands directly behind Marguerite whispering to her, and she doesn't recognize him! Sorry, it just won't float, especially in a script as witty and fleet-footed as this one. One of the best bosh-swucklers of all time. Oh, and watch Julian Fellowes who plays the Prince of Whales--he wrote the screenplay for Altman's "Gosford Park."
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