Film Micrœview #358: Orlando (1992)
05.16.2017 § Leave a comment
I had seen this movie before and remembered it fondly enough to recommend it to my girlfriend who is a Tildaphile. But she isn’t even that good in this. And nice costumes I guess, but this is just way too self-satisfied of itself, gushing with naïve pretention. I admit I never read the book.
Billy Zane is an auto-ventrilloquist. He somehow throws his own voice into himself. It’s like only his speaking part’s audio is out of sync with the picture. I don’t understand how he makes so many mouth sounds and yet so little of it is comprehensible language, without overtly garbling his words. Fascinating and infuriating fellow, only in the film for five minutes.