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I'm not sure why, but I loved the movie Perfume. It tanked on release, but I can't seem to shake it.
It was so odd to see such a Dickensian movie made in this day and age. Ya know, poor kid with a tormented childhood in a horrible orphanage in France in the 18th century, later to mix in unlikely with much higher classes. The kind of France where everyone speaks in English accents.
Except for Dustin Hoffman, who spoke in an American accent ... but he was supposed to be Italian, not French.
The best accent was of course, from Alan Rickman. Any movie in which he speaks has a head start.
The lead actor who played the weirdo serial murderer with the ungodly sense of smell was kinda meh. But since he was supposed to be a demonic oddball, I accept him, gabba gabba.
I haven't read the novel (yet*), so I was surprised at where the story went. And I like the theme of smell being associated with essence, and essence being associated with magic.
And for a medium in which the only sense that cannot be conveyed in smell ... I think the filmmaker did an amazing job in conveying scent and its mysteries.
*anyway, I liked the film so much, I picked up the book.
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