I don’t understand what motivated Polanski to make this muddled supernatural thriller. It’s the sort of thing that works fine in a book, but makes a terrible movie. You can sort of guess what is going on at the end, but doubtless most of the audience left the theatres scratching their heads. A pity, because Johnny Depp’s performance is, as usual, extremely professional. He wrings as much out of the emotionally ambiguous character as he can. Most of us who love books would have been charmed to see an entertaining film in which rare book collectors and dealers are given a fictional life involving murder, intrigue, and hot sex, however inaccurately the technical details of book collecting are presented. But this film doesn’t entertain. Half-way through, one becomes bored with the enigmas, sensing, correctly, that they will not lead to any interesting conclusion.
(Polanski 1999) The Ninth Gate
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