![]() Treasure Island $29.99 Treasure Island stays with you. It doesn't linger like the fragrance of gardenias in the summer air, rather it satisfies more like Thanksgiving Dinner. T. I. is still kicking around inside you late at night and hanging on for a day or so until it finally works its way through all the kinks in your intestines.The story involves two cryptographers charged with creating an ersatz identity as a ruse for the enemy. In the process of generating personal documents for a corpse they intend to leave for the Japanese, their own, polyamorous inner selves are revealed.Acting and casting are excellent. The actors' ability to stay in character, delivering absolutely canned dialogue, effectively sells the campy story of repressed sexuality and the need to "numb up", putting away personal feelings, during the war years. The gay character in the casket -- rather than the closet -- is a brilliant flashback to Liberace in Evelyn Waugh's The Loved One.The cinematography came close to film noir without the shadows. Actually, there were shadows in the credits that made the names a little hard to read, but more obtuse lighting throughout would have amplified the dark repressions of the era. It's an ambitious first film with near flawless attention to period details (except for ice in a drink in an early bar scene). I certainly enjoyed it more than Eraserhead, David Lynch's first jump out of the can. Waiting with baited breath for more work from Scott King, a very brilliant young man whose brain will, unquestionably, someday migrate north of his zipper. |
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