No, not Jess Franco's Justine which came out the same year.
This is a bigger movie.
Maybe not better.
Directed by George Cukor and Joseph Strick and written by Lawrence B. Marcus from the novel by Lawrence Durrell, Justine takes what is seemingly an impenetrable source and turns out, well, something.
Why two directors? The pre-production was done by Strick, who intended to shoot the movie in Morocco. He did some location filming there, but battled Fox execs and star Anouk Aimée. When he did not hire along with the studio's wishes - and fell asleep on the set while working - Cukor was brought in. Instead of shooting on location, the rest was shot in Hollywood.
It ended up losing $6,602,000, which in today's money is $55,824,857.00.
Let's go back a bit. The book that this was based on is part of The Alexandria Quartet, a tetralogy of novels by British writer Lawrence Durrell. The first three books are a Rashomon-like telling of three perspectives on a single set of events and characters in Egypt, before and during the Second World War. The fourth book is set six years later. Justine is the best-known of these books. The author saw the four novels as an exploration of relativity and the notions of continuum and subject-object relation all within the theme of modern love.
Seems like a blockbuster, right?
In the book, the narrator - unnamed but revealed as a man named Darley in later novels - tells of his time in Alexandria and his tragic romance with Justine, a mysterious Jewish woman who was once poor and now married to the rich Egyptian Nessim. Darley is quite similar in background and life to the actual writer of this book.
I love the way that Justine herself is described: "alluring, seductive, mournful and prone to dark, cryptic pronouncements." Feels like my dating history. There's also another book within the book written by another lover of Justine, as well as her diary, all of which tell of her many lovers and teh dark hurricane that she brings into the lives of men.
There are also bits about the study of the Kabbalah and secret political games.
As for Durrell, he was born in India to British colonial parents and spent much of his life traveling the world. He worked as a senior press officer to the British embassies in Athens and Cairo, press attaché in Alexandria and Belgrade and director of the British Institutes in Kalamata, Greece and Córdoba, Argentina. He was also director of Public Relations for the Dodecanese Islands and Cyprus. Yet he resisted only being listed as British and didn't even have citizenship, needing to apply for a visa every time he came to the country, which was embarrassing to diplomats. Also, he may have had a relationship with his daughter Sappho Jane, who was named for the Greek poet whose name is associated with lesbianism.
It's hard to sum up an artist's complex life in one paragraph but there you go.
Anyways, this movie feels cursed. Even people who left it worked on bombs. For example, Joseph L. Mankiewicz was working on the screenplay when he was approached to take over Cleopatra. Speaking of that movie, it's failure led to original producer Walter Wanger being fired and original star - and the person often blamed for Cleopatra - Elizabeth Taylor being replaced.
The actress who was picked to play Justine, Anouk Aimée, was so upset at being separated from her lover Albert Finney that she wanted to leave. The actor had to visit her and tell her to complete the movie. In the book Conversations with My Elders, Cukor was asked who the worst actor he had ever worked with. He answered Aimée, saying "That picture could have been much more than it was allowed to be." He said that the problem was "Attitude. Intractible. Like Marilyn Monroe, but without the results. Let me tell you, that girl knew she'd probably never work in Hollywood again, or she'd never have defied me like that."
I love this review from Roger Ebert: "What Cukor has salvaged from this morass is rather remarkable. "Justine" is a movie that doesn't work and is usually confusing, but all the same it's a movie with a texture, an atmosphere, that's almost hypnotic. People who go to movies to enjoy the story will be enraged, and people who go to Justine with any familiarity with Lawrence Durrell's Alexandria Quartet will be appalled. But people who go to movies to watch the way scenes work, and to relish the rhythm of an actor's performance, will like Justine more than they expected to."
There's a great cast at least. Nessim is played by John Vernon, Darley by Michael York, Narouz is Robert Forster, Pursewarden is Dirk Bogarde, plus there are roles from Jack Albertson, Michael Constantine, Michael Dunn, Barry Morse and Severn Darden. They're great actors seeking a script to work with and sometimes it works, but there's so much to get through and the first hour seemingly is formless. I don't know if this film came out today if anyone would even feel like wading through it; attention spans have changed greatly in its lifetime.
In the 60s, 20th Century Fox seemed like they were unable to get anything going. Cleopatra was such a failure that they had to release all of their contract actors just to save money and sold their studios to Alcoa. They were saved by the box office of The Longest Day, The Sound of Music, Fantastic Voyage and Planet of the Apes but would make other flops from 1969 to 1971, including Hello, Dolly! And Myra Breckinridge.
This is a bigger movie.
Maybe not better.
Directed by George Cukor and Joseph Strick and written by Lawrence B. Marcus from the novel by Lawrence Durrell, Justine takes what is seemingly an impenetrable source and turns out, well, something.
Why two directors? The pre-production was done by Strick, who intended to shoot the movie in Morocco. He did some location filming there, but battled Fox execs and star Anouk Aimée. When he did not hire along with the studio's wishes - and fell asleep on the set while working - Cukor was brought in. Instead of shooting on location, the rest was shot in Hollywood.
It ended up losing $6,602,000, which in today's money is $55,824,857.00.
Let's go back a bit. The book that this was based on is part of The Alexandria Quartet, a tetralogy of novels by British writer Lawrence Durrell. The first three books are a Rashomon-like telling of three perspectives on a single set of events and characters in Egypt, before and during the Second World War. The fourth book is set six years later. Justine is the best-known of these books. The author saw the four novels as an exploration of relativity and the notions of continuum and subject-object relation all within the theme of modern love.
Seems like a blockbuster, right?
In the book, the narrator - unnamed but revealed as a man named Darley in later novels - tells of his time in Alexandria and his tragic romance with Justine, a mysterious Jewish woman who was once poor and now married to the rich Egyptian Nessim. Darley is quite similar in background and life to the actual writer of this book.
I love the way that Justine herself is described: "alluring, seductive, mournful and prone to dark, cryptic pronouncements." Feels like my dating history. There's also another book within the book written by another lover of Justine, as well as her diary, all of which tell of her many lovers and teh dark hurricane that she brings into the lives of men.
There are also bits about the study of the Kabbalah and secret political games.
As for Durrell, he was born in India to British colonial parents and spent much of his life traveling the world. He worked as a senior press officer to the British embassies in Athens and Cairo, press attaché in Alexandria and Belgrade and director of the British Institutes in Kalamata, Greece and Córdoba, Argentina. He was also director of Public Relations for the Dodecanese Islands and Cyprus. Yet he resisted only being listed as British and didn't even have citizenship, needing to apply for a visa every time he came to the country, which was embarrassing to diplomats. Also, he may have had a relationship with his daughter Sappho Jane, who was named for the Greek poet whose name is associated with lesbianism.
It's hard to sum up an artist's complex life in one paragraph but there you go.
Anyways, this movie feels cursed. Even people who left it worked on bombs. For example, Joseph L. Mankiewicz was working on the screenplay when he was approached to take over Cleopatra. Speaking of that movie, it's failure led to original producer Walter Wanger being fired and original star - and the person often blamed for Cleopatra - Elizabeth Taylor being replaced.
The actress who was picked to play Justine, Anouk Aimée, was so upset at being separated from her lover Albert Finney that she wanted to leave. The actor had to visit her and tell her to complete the movie. In the book Conversations with My Elders, Cukor was asked who the worst actor he had ever worked with. He answered Aimée, saying "That picture could have been much more than it was allowed to be." He said that the problem was "Attitude. Intractible. Like Marilyn Monroe, but without the results. Let me tell you, that girl knew she'd probably never work in Hollywood again, or she'd never have defied me like that."
I love this review from Roger Ebert: "What Cukor has salvaged from this morass is rather remarkable. "Justine" is a movie that doesn't work and is usually confusing, but all the same it's a movie with a texture, an atmosphere, that's almost hypnotic. People who go to movies to enjoy the story will be enraged, and people who go to Justine with any familiarity with Lawrence Durrell's Alexandria Quartet will be appalled. But people who go to movies to watch the way scenes work, and to relish the rhythm of an actor's performance, will like Justine more than they expected to."
There's a great cast at least. Nessim is played by John Vernon, Darley by Michael York, Narouz is Robert Forster, Pursewarden is Dirk Bogarde, plus there are roles from Jack Albertson, Michael Constantine, Michael Dunn, Barry Morse and Severn Darden. They're great actors seeking a script to work with and sometimes it works, but there's so much to get through and the first hour seemingly is formless. I don't know if this film came out today if anyone would even feel like wading through it; attention spans have changed greatly in its lifetime.
In the 60s, 20th Century Fox seemed like they were unable to get anything going. Cleopatra was such a failure that they had to release all of their contract actors just to save money and sold their studios to Alcoa. They were saved by the box office of The Longest Day, The Sound of Music, Fantastic Voyage and Planet of the Apes but would make other flops from 1969 to 1971, including Hello, Dolly! And Myra Breckinridge.