Review: 'Iron Mask' another chance to ogle DiCaprio
March 13, 1998
Web posted at: 1:24 p.m. EST (1824 GMT)
From Reviewer Paul Clinton
(CNN) -- Teen-age girls, one of the biggest segments of the
film-going audience, will now have another Leo DiCaprio
shrine at which to worship: His blockbuster film "Titanic"
goes head to head Friday against "The Man in the Iron Mask,"
in which he also plays the lead(s).
The film is, of course, based on one of the most popular of
the many "Three Musketeers" stories written by French
novelist Alexandre Dumas, the 19th century's version of
Harold Robbins. The legend of a man in an iron mask,
imprisoned in the Bastille during the reign of King Louis
XIV, has been embraced by Hollywood ad nauseum, with three
films dedicated to this particular musketeers' tale alone.
So, here we go again. The basic story is the same. King
Louis XIV has a twin brother, Phillip, whom the king has
hidden away in an iron mask so he can't threaten the throne.
Naturally, these historical Doublemint twins are total
opposites in personality: Louis is evil and a bad ruler,
while Phillip is an innocent, kind man who would make a much
better king of France.
Enter the three musketeers to make a switch and save the
country.
It seems that appearing in a "Three Musketeers" movie is
almost a rite of passage for Hollywood leading men. Despite
being sick of Leo mania, I have to admit that DiCaprio fills
Louis' high heels rather well. His French accent comes and
goes faster than a train in the Paris Metro, but he pulls off
the dual role with relish.
However, I just don't get the sex symbol thing. Doesn't a
male sex symbol at least have to shave and look a little
older than -- maybe 14? There is one moment in the film that
really got me. The king beds the object of his dubious
affections, Christine, played by Judith Godreche. After the
deed is done, the two are facing each other in bed, with
thin, twin shoulders disappearing into dual blond hair,
flowing over their respective pillows. I swear, it took me a
couple of seconds to figure out who was who!
That aside, there is plenty of swashing and buckling here,
and the real treats are the actors playing the musketeers.
There are a number of twists and turns in the plot that keep
the story somewhat fresh. But the best device is the
portrayal of the musketeers as aging warriors, who summon
their old idealism to aid God and country one more time.
Jeremey Irons is perfect as the cynical Aramis. Gerard
Depardieu is delightful as Porthos, who has all his lusty
appetites but too many stomach problems to carry through.
Gabriel Byrne holds the film together as the ever-loyal
D'Artagnan.
But John Malkovich didn't work for me. When he was raging in
anger, I believed him. But when he became kind and
thoughtful, I didn't buy it. I wonder what that's all about?
The production values are excellent and going on location in
France pays off. The movie is filmed at chateaux from that
period, giving the piece a feel of authenticity.
Randall Wallace, who wrote "Braveheart," also proves to have
a deft hand in this, his directorial debut.
This story has been reinvented more often than Madonna's
career, but, overall, this version is a satisfying romp. I
just hope this is the final time Hollywood tackles this tale.
Stick a fork in it. It's done!
"The Man in the Iron Mask" is rated PG-13 for violence and
some sex and nudity, and runs 130 minutes.