Eternity
(1990)
Director: Stephen
Paul
Cast: Jon Voight, Armand Assante, Eileen Davidson
The Paul family seems to have a (confused) mission.
Their movies
might be considered a cross between those of Frank Capra, Tom Laughlin,
and Ed Wood.
- The Psychotronic Video Guide
Frank Capra, yes. Tom Laughlin, yes. But I would not
call Eternity
reminiscent of Ed Wood. Yes, this isn't a good movie. Yes, it's
misguided.
But Ed Wood had that special touch that turned sincerity into
ludicrousness
and hilarity. And he showed a total lack of directing ability. Eternity
instead is only unintentionally funny a few times, and the direction is
amateurish but not completely inept. And its sincerity does come off.
Even
so, it is unlikely most viewers will accept or respect it.
The oddest thing about the project is why, after a
mysterious five-year
absence from the silver screen, Oscar-winner Jon Voight would choose
this
project as his comeback. One explanation comes from the credits: Voight
gets co-writing credit, along with Paul family members Stephen and
Dorothy.
The screenplay proves the proverb "Too many cooks spoil the broth," in
this case by cramming numerous social issues, religious allegories,
lectures
to the audience, and alternating between two time periods!
It's starts off very intriguing at the beginning: Voight
plays a prince
in a medieval European country who is at odds with his prince brother
(Assante).
Only the presence of their king father (Wilford Brimley!) keeps them
from
going beyond simple arguing. Their conflicts are both political (Voight
wants the kingdom to make peace with a neighboring kingdom, Assante
wanting
war) and personal (both fight over the love of a gypsy girl).
Then Voight wakes up. He's actually a producer/talk-show
host in Los
Angeles who had a dream. Or was it just a dream? He notices his
next-door
neighbor Bernice looks like his dream mother. His company advisor looks
exactly like Wilford Brimley! - or should I say, his father in his
dream.
And Valerie, a woman he meets on the set of a commercial being shot in
his studio looks like his dream gypsy love.
Plus, he finds that events that happened in his dream
have an amazing
"similarity" to what is happening in his real life. A Ted Turner-like
individual
named "Shawn Wallace" is desiring to buy Voight's company. (Was this
name
a deliberate barb against actor Wallace Shawn?) S.W. looks
exactly
like the brother in his dream. Voight vocally decides that Shawn is a
"warmonger"
and turns down the buyout, even though his company is in financial
difficulties.
His statement is just one of many things he does that
would have gotten
him taken away by the men in white coats after several hours. He calls
his advisor "dad", and immediately starts blubbering to Valerie in
their
first meeting how she was his past love. (Amazingly, she takes this
news
a lot better than you'd think). It doesn't help that Voight, normally
giving
a solid performance in a movie, performs these scenes extremely badly,
and with no conviction. What's worse, he's in almost every scene of the
movie, and gives a long-winded speech in many of these scenes.
After refusing Shawn's offer, he continues his work for
the common folk;
Voight exposes a conspiracy of making Indians "disappear" from a
reservation
next to a development (shades of Tom Laughlin). His tangling with Shawn
over the company, the love of Valerie, and other developments
eventually
land Voight in a televised libel trial initiated by Shawn. Voight's
arguments
and speeches (shades of Tom Laughlin again!) are so embarrassing it was
hard to watch. Not to worry, for everything ends in a way Frank Capra
would
have loved (if he hadn't seen the previous 120 minutes).
Is there any true merit in the movie? Not much. Well,
it's fun to hear
Wilford Brimley spout out four-lettered words. And there are some
moments
of unintended hilarity (a string-quartet at the libel trial, an out of
place soft-core sex scene, another seduction scene during a slide show,
etc.) But such unintended laughs aren't enough, especially since this
movie
is over two hours long. The viewer has to suffer through a poorly
written/though-out
script, that several laughs in no way compensate.
Also, the production values are inept; There are an
incredible number
of black spots on the washed-out print; all suggesting that this spent
a while on the shelf. The matt painting of the castle is laughable.
Some
of the dialogue isn't even given the simple treatment of post-sync
dubbing.
I'm not recommending this movie, but, strange as it may
seem, I'm glad
that I saw it. The premise was certainly intriguing, I didn't have any
idea what was going to happen, and it's always interesting to see the
results
of when a performer writes the screenplay he performs in. One thing I
admired
about the movie was that, unlike most movies, it wasn't afraid to
boldly
state its political agenda. Too bad that few, if any viewers, will
understand
what agenda Voight and the Paul family were trying to teach us.
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