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Clare Peploe
Writer, Director, Rough Magic (1996)
[Russell] Crowe and [Bridget] Fonda are embarrassingly awful, but not even Bogart and Bacall at their best could have saved this witless attempt at adventure-comedy by Clare Peploe (Mrs Bernardo Bertolucci), whose attempts to bring in magic realism, new age philosophising and anti-nuclear politics are as risible as they are pretentious. It's as embarrassing as Romancing The Stone would be, rewritten by David Icke.
(Chris Tookey, Daily Mail)
Writer, Director, The Triumph of Love (2001)
The directing style is pretentious and self-consciously arty. Apparently, Peploe is determined to prove to anyone who cares to notice that she's an artistic director. It must be an insecurity thing. For no obvious reason, she frequently employs jump-cuts, and occasionally shows flashes of a modern-day audience sitting in the middle of the woods, watching this “play”. There's no rhyme or reason to this approach - it's a clumsy attempt to bamboozle us into thinking that there's more to the movie than meets the eye. Someone will probably fall for Peploe's trickery and start rhapsodizing about how inventive her interpretation is. Well, people liked the Emperor's new clothes, too.
(James Berardinelli, Reelviews)
Peploe hinders her cause with gratuitous jump-cuts and distancing devices; it has the whiff of a smug in-joke.
(David Gritten, Daily Telegraph)
Ever since Clare Peploe penned the so-called script to one of the most pretentious films of all time, Zabriskie Point, I have considered her one of cinema’s outstanding bores, with a grotesquely inflated idea of her own artistry. Nothing in this picture causes me to reverse that opinion; indeed, her over-use of irritating jump-cuts and pointless shots of a present-day audience (intended, I would guess, to impress with how post-modernist she is) made we wonder instead why on earth anyone funds her. Far too much of this film resembles some long-lost series of costume playlets, written and directed by the late, great Ernie Wise.
(Chris Tookey, Daily Mail)
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