Not so much an adaptation as an extended riff on a Robert Louis Stevenson standard. It begins with young Jim Hawkins - who's really called Jonathan, played in excruciating dubbed American by the angelic Poupaud in the English language version - watching his favourite TV serial, and then making the rest up from life when a power failure cuts him off in mid-episode. The hotel where he lives with his ill-matched parents (Castel and Karina) is visited by a motley crew of salt-encrusted sea-wrecks, and by Léaud as Jim's mentor in narrative, or as his alter ego. Midway, the film turns into something like a traditional seafaring yarn, and takes a decided downturn from the wildly artificed first half. But through the morass of entangled story, false clues, and literary references to Borges, Melville and quite possibly Thomas Pynchon, it weaves a dense web of allusions that carry it away from straight narrative into a strange terrain that's part dream, part psychoanalysis, part film theory, and several parts piss-take. Delayed for five years by litigation, cut down from the original four-hour conception, it's extraordinary, if patchy.
L'Ile au trésor
Cast and crew
|Director:||Paolo Branco, Raúl Ruiz|
Pedro Armendariz Jr