The Sheltering Sky (1990)
(In French, On TV, August 2020) As much as I’d like to blame director Bernardo Bertolucci for the waste of my time that was The Sheltering Sky, that would be mis-aiming my ire, which is really directed to the source material, a 1949 novel by Paul Bowles. Bertolucci does provide perhaps the best thing about the result, which is a visually striking depiction of Northern Africa, against which a married couple experiences the dissolution of their marriage. Despite a dramatic premise and a handful of sex scenes (and, later on, tragedy striking), The Sheltering Sky feels like a boring set of tableaux more than a drama. The setting is magnificent, but what’s happening in front of it can’t keep our attention, then becomes increasingly ludicrous as one bad thing happens after another. John Malkovich is playing the kinds of roles he played back then, while Debra Winger sports an androgynous look throughout the film. Don’t bother looking for a moral lesson, don’t bother looking for moments of entertainment, don’t even hope for any mirth along the way: it’s ponderous musings all the way through until a lead character dies and finally shuts up. But then The Sheltering Sky keeps going anyway for what feels like a pointlessly long time. While I’m obviously not the target audience for this film, it really could and should have been a bit better along the way.