None of the other Sirs (which basically means British artists who have been knighted) have behaved quite this badly. Picture the great Alec Guinness, a master at both comedy and at Dickens costume productions, who always kept a sense of humility and perspective about his craft.
Even if Kinglsey does stoop to playing in a comedy, he does it with thunderous overacting. In fact, his best performances are the ones that require overacting (see: Sexy Beast). In Polanski's Oliver Twist, he had the role of a lifetime as Fagin, stooped, cackling and caked in makeup. He held it together until the film's tacked-on ending in which that bad ham instinct took over.
I'm starting to think that his pretentiousness and his hamminess have turned him into the next William Shatner. If only Kingsley could see himself, then reinvent himself as a kind of bemused figure as Shatner has, he might ahve a chance to supercharge his career and get close to the kind of excellence that Guinness achieved.
|:: posted by Jeffrey M. Anderson, 3/03/2006|| Comments (0)|
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