The entire first half of the film drags beyond belief. There is a great setting in Africa, decent acting, and one half the movie to develop the background scenario that Mark and Stacey are in love and passionate about it and "make a baby". This is hardly a revelation given the title of the movie.
The rest is perhaps intended to be mood setting but is really an exercise in trivia. The black Africans are all portrayed as having mysterious beliefs, a throwback to the films of the 50s. The rest is a long drawn out portrayal of the trite. Mark buys a piece of wood. Stacey wants to take a picture of the natives. Mark paints a room. Mark has weird statues and carvings. The natives lie a lot (really, this is actually a line in the movie). Get the picture? All of this is filled with music that is supposed to build drama I guess but instead just adds to the general and interminable boredom.
Finally the plot begins to develop, but it does so in a way which strains credulity. Mark is in an accident on a clear road which somehow pins him under the outside of the car. (You read that right.) Stacey drives down the road and voilà, there he is, ready to die. She grabs a jack and raises the car just enough for them to have a long drawn out conversation. Meanwhile the car is balanced on two wheels in the most preposterous position imaginable. Gasoline is pouring out... oh no, wait, there must not be any gasoline because it isn't pouring out of the car tipped on its side. In fact the whole scene looks so contrived that it is hard to believe someone didn't leave it on the cutting room floor.
The movie has its moments. Some of the interplay between the mother and child is indeed rather spooky. But the best of it doesn't make up for the mediocre plot build up, nor the rather milquetoast ending. When the plot resolution finally occurs, I was almost cheering because it was over. But that was premature, because it wasn't over. There was another few minutes of pointless epilogue remaining to be covered.
If you make it through the first half and are still awake the second half is better. But all in all it is rather lame. I gave it a far too charitable 5.
The rest is perhaps intended to be mood setting but is really an exercise in trivia. The black Africans are all portrayed as having mysterious beliefs, a throwback to the films of the 50s. The rest is a long drawn out portrayal of the trite. Mark buys a piece of wood. Stacey wants to take a picture of the natives. Mark paints a room. Mark has weird statues and carvings. The natives lie a lot (really, this is actually a line in the movie). Get the picture? All of this is filled with music that is supposed to build drama I guess but instead just adds to the general and interminable boredom.
Finally the plot begins to develop, but it does so in a way which strains credulity. Mark is in an accident on a clear road which somehow pins him under the outside of the car. (You read that right.) Stacey drives down the road and voilà, there he is, ready to die. She grabs a jack and raises the car just enough for them to have a long drawn out conversation. Meanwhile the car is balanced on two wheels in the most preposterous position imaginable. Gasoline is pouring out... oh no, wait, there must not be any gasoline because it isn't pouring out of the car tipped on its side. In fact the whole scene looks so contrived that it is hard to believe someone didn't leave it on the cutting room floor.
The movie has its moments. Some of the interplay between the mother and child is indeed rather spooky. But the best of it doesn't make up for the mediocre plot build up, nor the rather milquetoast ending. When the plot resolution finally occurs, I was almost cheering because it was over. But that was premature, because it wasn't over. There was another few minutes of pointless epilogue remaining to be covered.
If you make it through the first half and are still awake the second half is better. But all in all it is rather lame. I gave it a far too charitable 5.