The casting was lightning in a bottle. was the only choice for Humbert. With his velvet voice and skeletal frame, Irons possesses the unique ability to convey aristocratic intelligence and profound moral decay simultaneously. He is not a monster like James Mason’s Humbert (in 1962); he is a poet who happens to be a pedophile. That distinction is what makes the 1997 film so dangerous.
The first hour of the 1997 film is deliberately disorienting. It is Humbert’s fantasy made manifest. The lighting is golden. The Ohio suburb is lush and green. The camera lingers on the wet concrete of a sprinkler, the buzzing of a bee, the stretch of a cotton top. Lyne films the road trip motels with a nostalgic glow. You almost forget what is actually happening. lolita.1997
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