In every generation, there comes along a person so scandalous, so rebellious, so willing to break taboos that they topple the world's ideas of what being a free spirit truly means. In the 17th century that person was John Wilmot, Aka the 2nd Earl of Rochester -the wily and talented rogue who lived his short, wild life like a Restoration rock star and become known all at once as a troublemaker, a genius and one of history's most irrepressible believers in liberty. Now, in Laurence Dunmore's The Libertine, Johnny Depp brings forth the sexy, irreverent and ultimately moving adventures of a man who broke all the rules at a time when the rules of modern society were first being written. With a gritty and raw realism, the film brings to life the swinging times of 60s London - 1660's London, that is.
Ghastly, ludicrous, costumed rubbish that even the superb Samantha Morton couldn't rescue and that Johnny Depp and John Malkovich should have known not to touch. Poorly written and silly plot (if it could be called that) a total waste of time. Even Peter Greenaway could have done better.
I expected this film to reflect the above review, with copious levels of bodice ripping and nudity. There is some of this but far less than expected and actually I quite enjoyed the film as Its content was far more about the virtually non sexual relationship between Johnny Depp and Samantha Morton, with surprising subtlety on all sides. I also found the film quite genuinely amusing in parts and the scene in front of the French ambassador is worth a star in itself. An enjoyable light hearted romp.
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