The Vulture writer Kyle Buchanan has already provided a rundown of the substantial delays in the film’s release, which - for a project once regarded as an Oscar contender - might be taken as a sign of an odor other than floral. As for Zach Galifianakis, playing a dim-witted drunk – file his role under head-scratching: Namely, how exactly did this tertiary, totally forgettable character become the film’s third-act fulcrum? That’s not Galifianakis’ fault, but rather that of Stoppard’s script, in which motivations are fuzzy and characters’ wants seem to turn on a dime, adding up to a picture that is not so much fevered as addled.There’s no way around reviewing “Tulip Fever” without noting that the movie has been buried deeper than a tulip bulb. He lacks the conviction required to make sense of Sophia’s ardor.įor spots of interest, you’ll have to scan to the edge of the canvas – to Holliday Grainger and Jack O’Connell as a pair of low-born lovers (the film would’ve been better served by casting them in the lead roles instead), and to the dryly comic work of Tom Hollander, as an unscrupulous doctor, and Judi Dench, as a flinty nun. Ostensibly aflame with erotic passion, his art, and the get-rich-quick temptations of tulip speculation, the puppyish DeHaan gives an energetic but not spirited performance. Or maybe she just couldn’t muster the energy for the miscast Dane DeHaan as her painter paramour. Playing Sophia, an orphan-turned-May-bride to Christoph Waltz’s graybeard groom, Vikander is so delicate with conveying emotions you might suspect her of having none at all. Despite the pulpy potential – the story, from Deborah Moggach’s novel of the same name, twines Amsterdam’s hysteria over the rare tulip trade with a married woman’s affair with her portrait artist – director Justin Chadwick ( The Other Boleyn Girl) and screenwriter Tom Stoppard (who won the Oscar for Shakespeare in Love) can’t find a pulse, let alone set the heart racing. “Indifferent” is the watch word of Tulip Fever. 1, where it has unsurprisingly died on the vine. Filmed three years ago and bounced around the release calendar ever since, the Weinstein Company finally – indifferently – dropped it into theatres Sept. It’s hard to see past the restrictive ruffs and wimples and corsets, but the whole cast might be shrugging their way through Tulip Fever, a romantic drama set in 17th century Amsterdam.
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