A tragic farewell

Watch Kubrick's silly, unsexy final film with Eyes Wide Shut

 Eyes Wide Shut, the final motion picture from the late, great Stanley Kubrick, is easily the most anticipated adult film of the year. It's The Phantom Menace for grown-ups. Any film by the notoriously painstaking auteur would have achieved this status. Kubrick made only 13 features in his 46-year career, but his death in March, just after he completed the movie, and the release of some shrewdly chosen excerpts of the film's stars making out, nude, in front of a mirror have added significantly to the pre-release buzz. The result has been a rash of magazine covers accompanied by the usual blast of journalistic wind, leading at least one national weekly to ask whether the picture might not be "the sexiest ever."

The answer is, unfortunately, not even close. Not that anyone should be surprised. This is, after all, a Stanley Kubrick picture, and, therefore, more clinical than sensual in its analysis of our sexual lives. It is, as his films usually are, dense, complex, and challenging. It is also, sad to say, ponderous, often inscrutable, and ultimately not much fun.

Set in contemporary Manhattan, the film focuses on the relationship between Dr. William Harford (Tom Cruise) and his wife, Alice (Nicole Kidman). From all appearances, the Harfords are a decent, loving couple with one daughter, Helena (Madison Eginton), and a conventional, though ritzy, lifestyle. As the movie opens, it's the Christmas season, opening the door to the possibility that Kubrick intended his film to be a sort of modern-day variation on A Christmas Carol. Regardless, the film is meant to be seen as a cautionary tale on the themes of fidelity, temptation, and desire.

Turkey's done! Tom and Nicole get dull and dirty in Stanley Kubrick's turgid adios.
Turkey's done! Tom and Nicole get dull and dirty in Stanley Kubrick's turgid adios.


Opens Friday, July 16

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In the beginning, relations between William and his wife seem nearly ideal. They attend a party at the home of a friend, Victor (played with worldly panache by Sydney Pollack), drink a little, flirt a little, go home, and make love. (William has to do a little doctoring too, when Victor's junkie girlfriend reacts badly to her speedball.) However, the next evening after they smoke a little pot to loosen up for another lovemaking session, Alice becomes angry and aggressive, and launches into a long monologue about a powerful sexual fantasy about a Naval officer.

This extended monologue -- which the actress delivers during a deluge of complex emotion ranging from disdain to revulsion -- is Kidman's finest moment in an otherwise unremarkable, and, at times, irritating performance. (She makes a very silly drunk.) From this point on, the film leaves the waking, so-called "real" world and enters a world that looks real but may or may not be a dream. (The movie was inspired by a short fiction by Arthur Schnitzler, who was a contemporary of Freud.)

If this sounds confusing, it is, and intentionally so. Maybe it was the pot, or maybe the dream began long before that, but after Alice tells her husband about her Naval fantasy, the world around him is no longer the same. During a visit to the home of a recently deceased patient, he comforts the man's daughter, only to have her pledge her undying devotion. Afterward, on the street, a prostitute invites him home. (Only a last-minute cell-phone call from his wife prevents the consummation of their deal.) Everywhere he goes, he is tempted. And why not give in?, he asks himself, his head filled with visions of his wife in bed with her handsome military man.

This clumsily executed vision -- shot in music-video style black-and-white -- are the most amateurish images in Kubrick's career. Throughout, the filmmaking seems flat and unimaginative. The editing, especially, appears ham-handed, always jumping the gun and cutting away impatiently, prematurely. Overall, the film qualifies as one of the least impressive efforts by a great director in recent memory.

The movie's pivotal sequence may be its most embarrassing. By chance, William has the address and the password for a secret society fall into his lap. Meeting at a different, highly classified location every time, the group offers an opportunity for its members -- who dress in black ties, hooded capes, and masks -- to live out their deepest, most private sexual fantasies in public with the promise of complete anonymity. William, though, is not a member, and, after being found out, is apparently on the brink of losing his life at the hands of these very touchy revelers.

I won't give away what happens next; suffice it to say that the good doctor manages to get away unharmed. He has, however, had an opportunity to look into a hellish pit of promiscuity and vice and has been deeply scared by the experience. The audience, though, may feel more like laughing at these absurdly contrived sexual sideshows. There can't be that many people who would want their orgies to take on the trappings of some wayward sect of the Catholic Church, with red-robed bishops, incense, chanting, and all the rest. And while the membership is supposedly made up of the highest of high rollers, the sexual program is just slightly racier than what you'd find at any strip joint. By and large, it just looks awkward and comical.

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