Bit of an arts buffet this, perhaps too much so.
Atom Egoyan takes the Biblical tale of Salome and John The Baptist, turned an Oscar Wilde play, turned a Richard Strauss opera, turned an Atom Egoyan staging of said opera, into a fictionalized staging of said opera in film form. Whew.
Amanda Seyfried, she of the crazy wide eyes, seems miscast as the dictatorial director. She looks young enough to play her daughter in some unsettling childhood flashbacks. A thing she does not do. Opera is not a young man's game, neither a young woman's, and though Seyfried handles this challenging role superbly, accepting her in the ruthless role is a stretch.
As usual, Egoyan weaves a tangled web of interleaved plotlines, some juicy, some not so much. Power dynamics, sex clashes, hidden histories, career manipulations, bubble up in the troubled staging of Salome. Lots of backstage drama, and plenty of on stage as well. Egoyan cranks out an excellent class in opera directing, and Seyfried shines in fighting to bring her unorthodox version to fruition. The opera looks great, especially the beautiful shadow sequences, and perhaps the stage should have been the focus rather than all the happenings behind the scenes.
Almost everything comes together in the end, but there are too many unresolved plot lines left for an audience to ponder over. A fine attempt, but when all is sung and done, it ends about as well as it did for John The Baptist.
