If there was ever such a thing as cinematic spousal abuse, Swept
Away would be immediate grounds for divorce. It's hard to imagine why
director-husband Guy Ritchie would want to subject superstar-wife
Madonna to such a celluloid atrocity: watch as the ex-Ms. Ciconne is
slapped around, dragged through the sand and generally photographed
like an aging hag. Only a very large therapy bill can explain what
attraction this material may have had for the couple. Yes, we know
Madonna desperately wants respect as an actress. We also know that she
wouldn't notice a decent script if it fell on her head with a brick
attached. But remaking a crap film with your crap director husband is
probably not a step in the right direction.
Lina Wertmuller's
original Swept Away was not a terribly good movie to begin with and
seems an odd choice for a remake. Perhaps the only film in history
directed by a woman but still regarded as misogynistic tripe, it's
relentlessly nihilistic view of romance and retro notions of gender
are hopelessly out of date. Spoiled capitalist Raffaella Pavone
Lanzetti (Mariangela Melato) delights in humiliating lowly sailor
Gennarino Carunchio (Giancarlo Giannini). Then, a terrible shipwreck.
With no hope for rescue, hot sex and animal passion ensues. Oops - the
couple is found. Bye bye, Carunchio! The film's Gilligan's Island
milieu was dull and confining, so what charge the original had was
largely due to Wertmuller's realization that this essentially two-act
play was more about politics than romance. Yes, it's threadbare, yet a
remake might still have struck a chord in today's cynical era of Joe
Millionaire and The Bachelorette. Enter Guy Ritchie.
Originally titled Sex, Drugs, Love and Money, Ritchie has
essentially remade the 80's mistaken-identity comedy Overboard, only
without Goldie Hawn and any laughs of the intentional kind. Ritchie
even casts Adriano Giannini, son of the original's Giancarlo, in the
same role but to no avail. Most damaging is the absence of the
original's socialist satire. Ritchie retains the same basic structure,
but by pumping up the comedy, the film's eventual dark turns become
ludicrous. Madonna is now Amber Leighton, a bronzed, sinewy version of
Hawn, and the effect is frightening. She is so badly photographed in
this movie she's scary to look at - I had more nightmares from this
film than the last five Freddy Krueger movies combined. Most criminal,
the first act wastes not only her negligible acting talents but also
those of an unusually fine ensemble, including Bruce Greenwood and the
forever-underutilized Jeanne Tripplehorn. Then, after what seems like
an eternity of aborted comedy, the pair finally wash up on the island,
but things only go from bad to worse.
One can only wonder what
the Ritchies were thinking with this one. The film asks us to accept
180-degree shifts in tone and character that are borderline psychotic.
I first saw this film at a press screening with all of about six other
critics, and we all sat dumbfounded. (It says something that the
loudest cheers were when Madonna finally got slapped.) We're supposed
to believe that Amber, after being kicked, punched and almost raped,
will then come crawling back to Giuseppe and pledge her undying love
and gratitude - in the very next scene. But Ritchie's cinematic
crime here isn't just creepy, it is a complete failure of narrative.
By the time the film lurches to its overblown, melodramatic climax
(believe me, these will be the longest 93 minutes you'll ever spend in
your life) the attraction between these two people is never explained.
The ludicrous finale is camp of the worst kind. Merely tragic, not
funny. 
I'm going to give you a spoiler alert and tip you off
to the climax of this movie. The last shot - perhaps the only truly
beautiful one in the film - is of a wedding ring, slowly falling into
the deep abyss of the ocean. It's a fitting capper to a terribly
misguided movie. But it is also a warning for those contemplating a
long, healthy superstar marriage. Don't make movies like Swept
Away.
Video: How Does The Disc Look?
Bad movie,
looks great. Whatever cinematic virtues Swept Away may possess, it
sure is one fine-looking movie. Shot largely in bright daylight
exteriors, this is a wonderfully three-dimensional, vibrant transfer
for most of its runtime. Presented in 1.85:1 anamorphic widescreen, it
is top drawer whenever the sun shines. The print is in fine shape
(save for some slight grain in the darkest scenes). Colors bold and
impeccable. Great blacks, solid contrast, and often terrific detail.
Shadow delineation is the only weak point, as Ritchie and his
cinematographer Alex Barber sometimes favor natural light a little too
much in the film's brief nighttime scenes. Colors also appear washed
out in these sequences, giving the transfer a somewhat Jekyll &
Hyde quality. But overall, this is a very nice presentation. Watch
Swept Away with the sound turned off and it's a much better movie.
Audio: How Does The Disc Sound? 
Like the
transfer, this is a very nice soundtrack. Presented in English Dolby
Digital 5.1 surround, it's an often subtle presentation but quite
effective. Absent of any truly aggressive scenes, it's all about the
ambiance. Dynamic range is very good, with some atmospheric uses of
music and nice discrete surround effects. Low end is nice and tight
and suits the film just fine, and I liked the way Michel Colombier's
score is spread out across the entire soundstage. Not particularly
bombastic, but a very nice soundtrack.
Also included is a
French Dolby 2.0 surround dub, English and French subtitles and
English Closed Captions.
Supplements: What Goodies Are
There? 
Here's the real crown jewel of this set. Alas, Madonna
doesn't contribute much, but Guy Ritchie does admirably hang himself
in the included screen-specific audio commentary. Along for the ride
is producer Matthew Vaughn, and the two seem completely oblivious to
the fact that their movie is one of the most reviled in the last
decade. Those expecting dirt will be disappointed; this is a standard
commentary with the usual talk of production challenges, the harsh
locations, etc. Admittedly, when Ritchie starts talking about
Madonna's "acting" I had to hit pause because I was laughing
so hard, but otherwise this is pretty dull stuff.
Up next are
no less than 16 deleted scenes, which beg the question, If the
scenes included in the movie are so bad, how terrible must the stuff
that was cut be? Well, here's your answer. Neither here nor there,
roughly half of this stuff is just plain boring. A few scenes with
Madonna do reveal character motivation sorely lacking in the final
cut, and Jeanne Tripplehorn and Bruce Greenwood get a bit more screen
time, fleshing out the early sequences on the boat. But so little is
happening here it just underlines how thin the story really is.
Rounding out the main extras is the most enjoyable supplement, the
Swept Away Movie Special, which I believe played on MTV. Here
Madonna and Ritchie are surprisingly enjoyable, trading quips and
recollections back and forth. It's actually kinda fun, and too bad the
movie itself didn't have such a playful attitude and lack of
pretentiousness. Ah, well, maybe in Swept Away 2...
Rounding
out the extras are the usual filmographies and a bevy of
theatrical trailers, including two for Swept Away.
DVD-ROM Exclusives: What do you get when you pop the disc in
your PC?
No ROM extras have been included.
Parting Thoughts
Widely considered as one of the
biggest boondoggles in recent cinema history, I can't even recommend
Swept Away for camp connoisseurs. It's just boring, lifeless and
imminently forgettable. I'm not sure who this DVD will appeal to. The
five fans of the film out there will likely enjoy the extras, but
anyone else brave enough to make it through the movie likely will have
no interest in going further. You've been warned.