Hugh Hudson directs Al Pacino, Nastassja Kinski and Sid Owen in this war movie where a father and son are dragged into the turmoil of the War of Independence between the British and Americans.
The film that pretty much destroyed the British film industry for a decade. It cost $28 million and in the States made only 300 grand. After that the city backed away from investing in British productions, pretty much only superior TV movies got cinema distribution until 1994. Eventually Shallow Grave and Four Weddings & A Funeral got commerce pumping again. As for the culprit / scapegoat itself, Revolution still isn’t very good. The kinda club footed production that cast Annie Lennox in a role but then dubs her singing voice with someone else’s. There are battles and scale and stars and period detail but no life. Everything that happens fails to connect with the restless, persevering viewer. Pacino is subdued, Kinski miscast, everyone else lost. Often compared to the notorious Heaven’s Gate, this displays the same levels of hubris and often boredom. Sometimes the film slips out of it own consciousness it so cack handedly edited down. But with Heaven’s Gate you could see a great, beautiful film fighting beneath a miasma of indulgence. This doesn’t have that soul, the dirty dullness is hollow inside.