Thanks in part to Wes Anderson's peppy and narratively busy last
couple of movies, the cult of Bill Murray has entered a kind of
renaissance: As we look at what he's doing now and what he's already
done, we're starting to realize just how important he has been to
modern cinema of the last couple of decades. Sure, Ghostbusters is
probably his most identifiably popular work, but look at Stripes, look
at Caddyshack - while these movies are unabashedly goofy, they
showcase a comic talent that is as unique as it is consistently
effective. The guy knows how to play the droll, deadpan prankster, and
can get more humor across with minimal facial gestures than most
outspoken stand-ups achieve in entire careers of endless muggers.
Of course, he's also made plenty of stinkers - The Man Who Knew Too
Little, Larger Than Life - these are frustratingly mediocre movies,
ones that didn't do anything for his career and are now largely
forgotten. However, while such ill-advised family fare may be cringe-
inducing in their ineptitude, Murray's full-fledged 1984 drama The
Razor's Edge was disappointing for entirely different reasons. Not
because it pandered to a lowbrow sensibility, but because it aimed so
high that it never quite got the chance to get its feet off the
ground. This 1984 adaptation of W. Somerset Maugham's novel is
expansive and epic, but it tries so hard to replicate big literature
that it sacrifices any kind of organic dramatic tension. The concept
is initially interesting, a journey for Murray from Illinois to Paris
to India in search of enlightenment, in a world that doesn't seem to
offer much of it. But instead of feeling privy to his innermost
struggles, we're left outside the circle, invited to share in the
panoramic beauty of the lush photography but not in the psychological
workings of our lead interpreter.
Murray's surrounding cast
doesn't offer much help: While Denholm Elliott is impressive as the
fading socialite who tries to act the part of a big wig amid a
declining fortune, Catherine Hicks as Murray's one-time fiancee is
terribly miscast, and much too endearing of late 80s spoken-word
colloquialisms to be believable as a turn-of-the-century pseudo-
flapper. More interesting is Theresa Russell as the shy but eventually
tormented Sophie, a character who has to stomach not just the death of
her son and husband, but a descent into drug abuse and Parisian
prostitution. We don't get a clear enough picture of her character to
really feel for her on her downward spiral, but Russell's sassy
persona is at least believable and interesting.
A great way to
describe the film comes from one of its own lines of dialogue: At one
point, when Hicks asks Murray whether they'll ever meet again, Murray
laughs and playfully slaps her. "Don't you get it? It doesn't
matter." It's an appropriate encapsulation of the film, one that
wants to hold our hand as it journeys from the status quo to inner
peace, but a shoddy screenplay and uninspired direction keep it from
being anything more than a Bill Murray vanity project. It wants us to
understand its esoteric ways, but it never proves to us why we should
care at all. For hard-core Murray cultists only.
Video: How
Does The Disc Look?
The previous VHS and LaserDisc editions
of the film only offered a severely cropped vision of this film's
panoramic 2.40:1 widescreen vistas, so finally getting an anamorphic
transfer is quite a relief. However, the quality here is less-than-
extraordinary. Colors are dim and diluted, and even more annoying, the
print is very dirty and full of blemishes, including noticeable
scratches and even hair! Blacks are alright as is contrast, resulting
in fair detail, but it could have been much better had some effort
been put into at least trying to clean up the source element a bit. A
rushed, uninspired transfer that doesn't do justice to the movie's
considerable visual panache.
Audio: How Does The Disc
Sound?
The English Dolby 4.0 surround mix here is a bit
plain. Jack Nitzsche's music is full-bodied and encompassing, but a
lot of the film's ADR is out-of-place, sleek where it should be
gritty, too bright where it should be shadowed. Dynamic range is above
average for the era, with some nice highs and lows, and the score does
have a sense of grandness to it. The mono surround channel is
underutilized, mainly for ambient effects but little else. All in all
not a bad transfer, just hardly exceptional.
Also included are
English and French subtitles and English Closed Captions.
Supplements: What Goodies Are There?
All we get is the
film's theatrical trailer, and that's it.
DVD-ROM
Exclusives: What do you get when you pop the disc in your PC?
No ROM extras have been included.
Parting
Thoughts
Bill Murray aficionados will be excited to finally
get their hands on this release, his lone attempt at a true dramatic
performance, but The Razor's Edge's lukewarm reception will likely
gain it few new fans on DVD. The audio transfer is alright, but for a
film this epic and bigger-than-life, the substandard video transfer
and lack of extras leave much to be desired. For Murray fans only.