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Ralph Fiennes in "Red Dragon"

  
Red Dragon

**

Cinema Releases - October 11, 2002

Rated on a 4-star scale. Certificate 15. USA. 124 minutes. Directed by Brett Ratner. Written by Ted Tally; from the novel by Thomas Harris. Starring Edward Norton, Anthony Hopkins, Ralph Fiennes, Harvey Keitel, Emily Watson, Mary-Louise Parker, Philip Seymour Hoffman, Anthony Heald, Frankie Faison.


We all know that the reason for making "Red Dragon" was the novelty of Anthony Hopkins playing Hannibal Lecter for a third time. The first book in Thomas Harris's trilogy was already filmed well enough in Michael Mann's "Manhunter" (1986), and if a Hopkins version cried out to be made, we would have gotten it before the great "Silence of the Lambs" or that unfortunate sequel named "Hannibal". The steam was running out of this series by the second half of the second movie.

Nonetheless, I marched into "Red Dragon" determined to have a good time. Unphased was I by the hiring of director Brett Ratner, who made the frivolous "Rush Hour" pictures and the lame Nicolas Cage weepie "Family Man". And I shrugged off the thought that Anthony Hopkins might not pull off the challenge of looking younger than he did when first playing this role. You never know when a film is going to jump up and surprise you, or at least be a triumph of style over substance.

Indeed, "Red Dragon" starts off strongly enough: Dr. Hannibal Lecter, cannibal, prisoner and suave escapee, with his balance of charm and terror, is one of the most popular screen icons of recent decades. It is good to meet him again. He is seen in gorgeous Dante Spinotti cinematography, full of rich colours and deep, absorbing contrasts. And as the story unfolds, we're treated to a cast including Edward Norton, Harvey Keitel, Ralph Fiennes, Emily Watson, Mary-Louise Parker and Philip Seymour Hoffman. These are the kinds of actors whose presences make film fans get involuntary chills of excitement.

Norton plays former FBI agent Will Graham, the guy who caught Lecter and ended up taking early retirement after emotional draining and physical scars. As the story begins, the cop is being convinced to help with one more case, involving the Tooth Fairy, a serial killer who does unspeakable things to the eyes of his victims and uses jagged false teeth to bite into flesh.

Of course, this protagonist needs to pick the brain (only a figure of speech, "Hannibal" fans) of Dr. Lecter if he is to get anywhere in solving the new murders, so Norton visits Hopkins's cell, to trade opinions of the case file and engage in conversations that form psychological chess games.

That's what the conversation is supposed to do, anyway. "Red Dragon" shows its first signs of failure in the places where "Silence of the Lambs" made its impact; the scenes involving Lecter in prison are ridiculous, because the Hopkins character is too out of control, and Norton never appears to be undermined. Hopkins has said that he tried to up the stakes this time round, and make his role more menacing, but instead he seems forced, as he plunges his head forward, snarls and raises his voice too high. Even the makeup is wrong: Hannibal now looks like a drag queen, with a face full of foundation and too much shadow around the eyes.

"Red Dragon" also does far too much meandering for us to become involved. Lecter's scenes bookend the picture, and yet his role in the main content remains as minor as it did in the source material. The scenes involving Fiennes, as the Tooth Fairy, and Watson, as a blind woman with whom he falls in love, are hard to follow because they're so varying in quality. There's one particularly effective scene on a couch, where Watson attempts to snuggle with her lover, Fiennes attempts to pacify her while concentrating on a videotape of a family he is stalking, and all sorts of tensions are brought together. Most of the other moments with these characters have Fiennes wandering around trying to look weird and distanced, intercut with odd close-ups of Watson's face as she bulges her eyes and attempts to convince the camera that she really is visually impaired.

Norton does his best in the lead role, but he's a great young actor, and needs something more substantial than the bland police procedural details this screenplay makes him recite. He and Keitel are constantly passing around bits of paper, talking real fast, piecing together clues and barking down the phone for test results, and none of it means anything. You could replace all the nouns in these scenes and remain unaware of the difference; the message is that the cops are piecing the puzzle together, and the filmmakers are hoping that it'll all seem real smart while the details go over our heads.

I'm not one of those guys who go on about the greatness of "Manhunter", or how superior the understated work of Brian Cox was compared to the theatrics of Anthony Hopkins, but watching "Red Dragon" helped me realise what a good piece of work the 1986 movie was. There are clichés in every cop film, but "Manhunter" was one that kept them invisible: William Petersen, as the detective, was in extreme torment about having to leave his family and solve crimes, and while the photography in that movie was also by Dante Spinotti, it was more than simply pretty. The cinematographer had a strong directorial vision to work with; he made daylight seem unnecessarily penetrating, night time a mass of harsh and sickly neon. Norton plays an unhappy man, but not a tortured one; he's just that old, reliable character of the cop who comes out of retirement for one last case.

What's remarkable is that even after all the imitations, parodies and spin-offs, "The Silence of the Lambs" still plays like a fresh and wonderful film. When its camera tracks to Anthony Hopkins, and we get our first glimpse of Hannibal the Cannibal, it is still possible to feel the chills audiences got in 1991. "Red Dragon" offers not a shred of that, and is a mess in its own right anyway, but we can't work up enough passion to let it ruin greatness.

COPYRIGHT© 2002 Ian Waldron-Mantgani


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