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Editorial
Amazon.co.uk Review
This sprawling family saga follows a Hungarian-Jewish family across three generations, and stars Ralph Fiennes as the father, the son, and the grandson in three distinctly different roles. As a Europudding vehicle for Fiennes and a top-drawer cast (including Jennifer Ehle, Rachel Weisz, Deborah Unger, Miriam Margolyes and William Hurt), Sunshine delivers on all fronts: there's glossy melodrama, high-moral seriousness as history wears the family down like the wind, and leitmotifs--the family elixir called "Sunshine" that founds their fortune, semi-incestuous adulterous liaisons, photographs and faces--that thread the epic three-hour narrative together. Fiennes begins as a stiff Budapest lawyer-cum-officer and judge during the First World War, torn when anti-Semitism raises its head. His son is a champion fencer who denounces the family faith to attain advancement but ends up in the Nazi-run labour camps all the same. The last in the line, a policeman this time, must navigate the Stalinist forces of repression and endures through the 1956 uprising to take back the family name and faith. And yet as a film by director István Szabó (Colonel Redl, Mephisto), it's a bit of a soggy disappointment lacking the bile and spit and visual inventiveness that makes the best of his other works so outstanding. Perhaps the fact that Szabó is directing an all-English speaking cast is the problem, leaving the film feeling strangely old-fashioned and paradoxically lacking a sense of place (despite much of it being filmed in Hungary itself). Although there are some charged emotional beats throughout, pretty costumes, and lots of entertainingly tasteful bonking sequences, the fencing sequences in particular become tooth-pullingly tedious and the whole thing seems to drag, especially as it takes itself so seriously. --Leslie Felperin
Hungarian Suicide Song
Review date: 2008-05-23 Rating: 10 out of 10
Although I do have a few reservations about small aspects of this film, overall it is beautifully made and the story well-told through the generations of the Sonnenschein family of Jews, who own a herbal tonic factory and change their names (some of them) to fit in with, first, the encroachingly bourgeois Empire of Austria-Hungary, later, the bloody revolutionary Marxist-Leninist government of Bela Kun, the nationalist government of Admiral Horthy and, finally, the post-WW2 socialist (Communist Party) government installed by Stalin and his successors.
The filming of the beautiful and grandiose buildings of Budapest and elsewhere is breathtaking and a fitting setting for the fencing school and other favourite places of those who would, before 1918, have been termed "K und K" ("Kaiserliche und Konigliche" or "Royal and Imperial").
The attempts by the Jewish family to fit in with the Hungarian host population are not completely successful in the 1930's and 1940's climate and one, the Olympic fencer, is not only detained in a camp but turned into an icicle, which would have been the only really distressing part of the film were it not for the vicious and vulgar (and totally ungentlemanly) method shown of drunken men hunting with shotguns and rifles turned indiscriminately on herds of deer (pre-1914) and wild boar (post-1945). Terrible. I hope they don't do that these days.
Naturally, one's mind turns to the interesting speculation of why, when Jews were only a smallish part of the whole Hungarian population in 1940, this film, like so many, specifically follows the fate of a Jewish family and not a Hungarian one proper...Hungarians also suffered in WW2, not least when Budapest was conquered (or as the film wrongly terms it, "liberated") by Soviet forces, after much of the city was destroyed by shellfire and many of its women (like those of Vienna and Berlin) were raped. I suppose Hungarians don't own film companies and cinemas around the world.
I thought Fiennes did a great job in being all three generations of Sonnenscheins/Sors. One of his best, to my way of thinking.
I feared that this film would be slow and dull. It is not.
I was prepared to be blown away by a film about an era and place which I have known well, personally. My family came from Hungary and lived through most of what was represented on screen in this epic story. So I was hoping that the much decorated director István Szabo would pull one off as he had with MEPHISTO. But too many clichés, perhaps a political influence by contemporary Hungarian correctness, and a plethora of technical problems amid sentimentality doused my enthusiasm for what should have been a great work.
I found it offensive ... rather than titillating ... that the leading women were portrayed, perhaps stereotyped as Hungarian Jewish tarts. Hot sexy scenes don't offend me. But stereotyping womanhood in any society as the fair sex being constantly in heat ... and for the wrong person .... gets boring and pointless. Similarly, I found it absurd that the same actor Ralph Fiennes (don't get me wrong, he was terrific in SCHINDLER'S LIST and THE ENGLISH PATIENT) would play three different people all descended from the central character .... and never show a single grey hair during all those changing decades and generations. And then there was the portrayal that the Nazis were pretty bad but the communists were worse. This gets into tyrrany relativism. They were both not only bad, but often the same people in Hungary assuming two different brutal roles. [Indeed, there are still Hungarians who as young people during World War II transformed themselves from Nazis (Nylas) into Communists (Avos), and later became hard line, devout capitalists]. There is a little of this explored in SUNSINE with William Hurt in some of his scenes with Fiennes.
Perhaps the more interesting of Fiennes' characters was Adam, the Olympic fencing champion. His Hungarian patriotism (I've known quit a few such characters) blinds him to the deadly reality of the Fascist era. And Ivan is a lawyer who, in his effort to persecute war criminals, becomes as blind and robotic as the Nazis themselves. However, the Valeries form the film's deep center (young Valerie played by Jennifer Ehle and old Valerie played by Rosemary Harris). Valerie's illicit courtship and marriage are perhaps the more interesting aspects of the film. The Valerie scenes are touching, sometimes funny, and finally tragic. Yet although the later scenes deal with heavier themes they are less stirring. Overall, the young and old Valeries do a lot better than Fiennes whose triple performances and distant narration are pretty cold.
Technically, there were plenty of problems. Foremost among them were the wide variety of different English accents by the actors all supposed to be Hungarians; except the one Hungarian fimmaker with an authentically accented English (it was his natural accent). Moreover, the visual style of SUNSHINE, overall, is rather dull. Szabo and his cinematographer present an adequate-looking film. But the beginning scenes are always in the morning with soft lighting. The Sonnenschein's courtyard filled with yellow flowers is indeed a beautiful sight. Also, as war takes over their lives, the film becomes appropriately darker: night time scenes and shadowy interiors. But during three hours, the visual dynamics changed too slowly to match the underlying drama of this family's story.
This is not one of those films that I can sit through twice.