With quite a cast and that Lillian Russell was quite a colourful entertainer, 'Lillian Russell' could have been a great film and should have been better than it was. It's certainly not unwatchable, not by a long shot, but it isn't good enough for repeat viewings.
The best thing about 'Lillian Russell' is the production values, so good in fact that one feels cheated that they didn't have the rest of a good film to match. Not just that the film is very beautifully and intricately shot, but the settings and costumes are just so exquisitely lavish. Also great are the music and songs, filled with energy and emotion as well as giving a real sense of period.
Alice Faye lights up the screen with her allure and she is a real charmer in the acting stakes, injecting enthusiasm and substance despite the script fighting her a lot of the time. Helen Westley and especially Edward Arnold also significantly rise above their material, and Joe Weber and Lew Fields' scene is agreed theatrical magic that makes one pine why the rest of the film wasn't up to the same level.
Henry Fonda is as stiff, colourless and as miserable-looking as one could possibly get, if he did indeed hate the film or making it that certainly comes through loud and clear. Don Ameche's role should have been tailor-made for him, but it is so blandly written that he is practically lost at sea. Leo Carrillo and Nigel Bruce are wasted.
Crippling 'Lillian Russell' in particular are two big things. The very dreary script, high in clichés and awkwardness and very low on depth. Even more so the over-stretched and bloated story, with an incredibly plodding pace to boot, suffering from trying too cram in too much and too many scenes being over-produced. Despite an eye for detail, 'Lillian Russell' is very lethargically directed too, almost like a lot of care and effort went into the production values and song selection but lost enthusiasm for almost everything else.
On the whole, visually exquisite but plodding and bloated, there are few biopics duller. 5/10 Bethany Cox
The best thing about 'Lillian Russell' is the production values, so good in fact that one feels cheated that they didn't have the rest of a good film to match. Not just that the film is very beautifully and intricately shot, but the settings and costumes are just so exquisitely lavish. Also great are the music and songs, filled with energy and emotion as well as giving a real sense of period.
Alice Faye lights up the screen with her allure and she is a real charmer in the acting stakes, injecting enthusiasm and substance despite the script fighting her a lot of the time. Helen Westley and especially Edward Arnold also significantly rise above their material, and Joe Weber and Lew Fields' scene is agreed theatrical magic that makes one pine why the rest of the film wasn't up to the same level.
Henry Fonda is as stiff, colourless and as miserable-looking as one could possibly get, if he did indeed hate the film or making it that certainly comes through loud and clear. Don Ameche's role should have been tailor-made for him, but it is so blandly written that he is practically lost at sea. Leo Carrillo and Nigel Bruce are wasted.
Crippling 'Lillian Russell' in particular are two big things. The very dreary script, high in clichés and awkwardness and very low on depth. Even more so the over-stretched and bloated story, with an incredibly plodding pace to boot, suffering from trying too cram in too much and too many scenes being over-produced. Despite an eye for detail, 'Lillian Russell' is very lethargically directed too, almost like a lot of care and effort went into the production values and song selection but lost enthusiasm for almost everything else.
On the whole, visually exquisite but plodding and bloated, there are few biopics duller. 5/10 Bethany Cox