Film: "Anna and the King" (1999).
The King And I with no tunes, you say? Why, that's like The Sound Of Music
with no Alps. Well, yes and no. Andy Tennant's take on the true(ish) story of
Anna Leonowens (Foster), a British schoolteacher who journeys to Siam in 1862
to tutor the vast family of its ruler, certainly stints on the singalong
factor. But the epic sweep of this opulent, often breathtaking film allows him
to augment the unconventional romance with a taut political intrigue and a
surprisingly frank examination of cultural issues.
Anyone familiar with the Rodgers and Hammerstein musical - which, let's face
it, is anyone who has endured an Easter Bank Holiday somewhere in the northern
hemisphere - will already be familiar with the bare bones of the plot: the
schoolmarm and the king constantly knock heads over his brutal ways while
their relationship blossoms into one of mutual respect and love. But while
it's unfair to compare it too closely with the Deborah Kerr/Yul Brynner
version, what emerges here is an unexpectedly humane study of two people whose
deep affection for each other cannot overcome the impossibility of their
situation.
Yun-Fat, in a superb performance, is far from the bumptious despot yearning
for respectability in the eyes of his colonial neighbours. Here he is a
conscientious monarch shackled to tradition, yet committed to modernising his
country without sacrificing its independence or cultural identity. In this,
his iron-handed rule is expedient rather than savage, and it makes for a more
even match with the headstrong Anna. Foster, sporting an oddly effective
clipped British accent, is also excellent. If a residue of sentimentality
remains, it's to the credit of everyone involved that neither the scale of the
film nor the inherently slushy nature of the material obscure the human drama
at its core. The kids are just about bearable, too.
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