La reine d'Espagne

24 October 2017. This is a movie that doesn't really offer up a distinct movie genre but sort of a blurry drama that the movie trailers promoted as a distinctive period comedy. Mandy Pantinkin as a movie producer has an Italian twin doppelganger in this movie starring Antonio Resines playing Blas Fontiveros, a former movie wonk who was thought dead but was placed in a military war camp during World War II and has come back to a changed state of both the film industry and his past personal relationships.

Cary Elwes as an actor Gary Jones portraying the King is over the top with his performance and his odd choice of a deep guttural voice. His presence as an extended cameo actually seems too distracting and so prominent as to off-balance all the rest of what's going on the movie while he's in a scene. Interestingly, it's possible that either Elwes was miscast in this movie or the character of Gary Jones was miscast in the movie within the movie. It's hard to tell. During the second quarter of the movie, it seems to drag off at times onto tangential and more boring scenes that don't have anything to do with the main storyline of the movie.

A fourth of the movie begins, unlike what the trailers suggest, is more about a former movie wonk, Blas, than the dynamic comedy-drama performance of Penelope Cruz. Which actually results in this moving seemingly having two parallel storyline occurring in one movie by the time Cruz manages to take command of her scenes. Resines' scenes are plodding and slow and uninspired. As for Penelope Cruz along with Mandy Pantinkin, they seem to be the only characters who can energize and bring a sparkle of interesting entertainment to the screen in the movie. Cruz has a lively, delicious presence on the screen. Her on-screen presence and her ability to diversify or reveal different characters is vivacious and electric as well as tender and heart-rending. Yet the cavalier attitude towards sexual conquests and affairs seems to find some contradiction in the apparent common acceptance in the movie which may be at odds with perhaps an American audience. Not that such sexual proclivity can't be filmed in a provocative and appealing way as Shirley MacLaine achieved in her Golden Globe nominated performance in Woman Times Seven (1967) about infidelity in France.

There's a wonderful singing scene being filmed midway through the movie that seems to capture a cinematographic ambiance that could have been the core of this movie, like other amazing character-driven movies about the film industry such as Saving Mr. Banks (2013) about the Mary Popping's story, the amazing retro-silent movie The Artist (2011), Michael Keeton's attempt at one continuous shot in Birdman (2014), or the biographical Hitchcock (2012).

Even so, this movie doesn't project a captivating tone or compelling or riveting performance. It is not an action thriller nor even a real period drama. It actually has more of a cut and paste tonality to it devoid of real urgency or emotional appeal, except for the last forth of the movie which turns somewhat a strange and less dramatic version of World War II dramatic thriller in The Great Escape (1963) even down to a supposedly funny but serio-reaction to a simple phone call ring and the resulting odd attempt at comic relief. It's almost as if the Spanish director forgot how to or couldn't replicate his use of comedy-drama that he managed in eighteen years earlier in The Girl of Your Dreams (1998) also about a movie production from Spain but this time they ended up shooting in Germany. Instead the ending seems to be a sort of clumsy old Wooden Allen mish-mash of cobbled together added final story plot along with a somewhat awkward, confusing but dramatic and touching flourish.