This film kicked off the Powell-Pressberger retrospective currently underway here in Los Angeles and, this film may be a very personal film for the great Michael Powell -- one that he would revisit in the 1970s -- but it nevertheless strikes me as for the most part the sort of crashing bore of a type familiar to those of us who see occasionally suffer through a certain type of overly earnest, deeply heartfelt yet dramatically inert contemporary independent film.
Marred by uneven acting and a non-story -- a major character, the only source of real conflict -- is killed early on, and with only an occasional flash of Powell's trademark humor but plenty of his sometimes overwrought emotionalism, "The Edge of the World" boasts a lot of amazing visuals -- though many of the shots don't really cut together in what appears to have been a arduous production process.
Still, if you love Michael Powell (and you definitely should), there'll be no stopping you from taking a look at this.
Perhaps it's a Scottish thing and I just wouldn't understand. Still, next time, I'll take "Local Hero."
Marred by uneven acting and a non-story -- a major character, the only source of real conflict -- is killed early on, and with only an occasional flash of Powell's trademark humor but plenty of his sometimes overwrought emotionalism, "The Edge of the World" boasts a lot of amazing visuals -- though many of the shots don't really cut together in what appears to have been a arduous production process.
Still, if you love Michael Powell (and you definitely should), there'll be no stopping you from taking a look at this.
Perhaps it's a Scottish thing and I just wouldn't understand. Still, next time, I'll take "Local Hero."