You’re either going to love or hate “Winter’s Tale,”
starring a very effective Colin Farrell. It’s a romance with fantastic
elements, utterly lacking in cynicism, heading for the grandest emotions and
deepest issues in life: love, death and time. It is partly a failure, but
mostly it succeeds because of Farrell’s performance. He holds the emotional
heart of the film together. Though a crook, his Peter is a character of
complete honesty and purity and it’s a pleasure to watch how Farrell plays
that. Whether speaking to a child, or to William Hurt as the sick girl’s father
or to Eva Marie Saint as an old friend from days past, you can see Farrell
striving to illustrate the purest emotions possible. The movie’s one problem is
that writer-director Akiva Goldsman seems unable to balance all the story’s
disparate elements – fantasy, fairy tale, supernatural morality fable and saga
of old New York, especially in the last third of the film.
Peter (Farrell), good-natured thief in 1916 New York falls
in love with Beverly (Jessica Brown Findlay), consumptive heiress, while
attempting to rob her father’s mansion. Their romance upsets Peter’s employer
(Russell Crowe), a centuries-old demon posing as an Irish crime boss, who was
already angry with Peter. There are other unique developments, such as flying
horses, conversations with Lucifer and the premise that true love can lead to immorality.
Goldsman presents these elements with conviction and they seem almost natural
given the movie’s lush tone and look. And there’s real chemistry between Brown
Findlay and Farrell. “Winter’s Tale” is shamelessly romantic and ultra
sentimental and that’s rare in today’s often-cynical times. 2/14/14
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