MARIA DUARTE picks the best and worst of a crowded year of films
HEAVILY influenced by a summer Tennessee Williams spent in Tahiti in 1940, The Night of The Iguana is an odd mixture of elements.
It’s like a jigsaw puzzle whose striking individual pieces are all present but, assembled as a whole, fails to live up to expectations.
Rae Smith’s tropical set — a Mexican hotel that’s little more than a few corrugated shacks overlooking the sea adjoining an imposing rock face — is the faintly allegorical setting for a diverse group of people who, breaking or ending their journeys, deliberate on and remonstrate about their lives.
SIMON PARSONS is beguiled by a dream-like exploration of the memories of a childhood in Hong Kong
JAN WOOLF finds out where she came from and where she’s going amid Pete Townshend’s tribute to 1970s youth culture
MARY CONWAY revels in the Irish American language and dense melancholy of O’Neill’s last and little-known play



