It was probably inevitable that mainstream cinema's master titillator Adrian Lyne
would eventually get around to Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov's corrosive comedy about
a middle-aged man's obsessive passion for an adolescent nymphet. However, Lyne (whose
sexually exploitative works include such popular box-office fare as Flashdance, 9
1/2 Weeks, Fatal Attraction, and Indecent Proposal) has turned in a Lolita that is
remarkably tame and tasteful. This is a Lolita for the English Lit crowd rather than
the raincoat crowd. All of which only perpetuates the question of what all the fuss
was about regarding this movie. Languishing for a year without any distribution offers,
this expensive French-financed production was finally first shown a couple of months
ago in the States on the Showtime television network. In an increasingly common strategy,
this TV premiere is now being followed with a national theatrical release by Samuel
Goldwyn Films. One doubts it was the movie's subject matter of pedophilia alone that
scared distributors off. Call me jaded, but I think that if any of them smelled the
possibility of return profits on this costly production, there would have been a
line of distributors stretching across the Atlantic. Remarkably faithful to Nabokov's
novel, Lyne's film (which was scripted by critic Stephen Schiff, a first-time screenwriter)
stresses the all-consuming, self-destructive nature of the love Humbert Humbert (Irons)
feels for the young Lolita (Swain, best known for her role as John Travolta's daughter
in Face/Off), and even allows the audience to develop an uncomfortably sympathetic
appreciation of his wretched predicament. The film starts wonderfully; the viewer
is swept along by its sardonic, seductive tone. Yet the film bogs down after the
first third as Humbert and Lolita travel the country locked in an ever more passive-aggressive
emotional embrace. Lyne's direction at this point veers more toward his typical visual
flamboyance with pumped-up angles and contrasts and editing. Irons, however, is a
constant treat to watch as he here delineates yet another onscreen bad boy (he won
on Oscar for his portrayal of Claus von Bülow in Reversal of Fortune). Swain
is good but presents no equal match for Irons' well-seasoned technique. Griffith
is out of her league altogether as Lolita's love-hungry mom, and Langella bears the
brunt of the film's misplaced Grand Guignol comedy as the story's pedophiliac Clare
Quilty. Ennio Morricone's musical score lifts phrases outright from some of his previous
work. And surely the scene of Lolita eating ice cream on the kitchen floor in front
of the open refrigerator is an appropriation by Lyne of his own 9 1/2 Weeks. And
that more than anything else may mark the problem with this Lolita: it adds little
to the canon but recycles much.
--Marjorie Baumgarten
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