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Books, Arts & Manners: Reshufflings of Things Past

by John Simon

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IF inadvertent farce is your bag, The Man in the Iron Mask should provide you three bags full. It claims to be โ€œbased upon the novel by Alexandre Dumas,โ€ but never trust a โ€œbased uponโ€; the truth, when it exists in Hollywood, is always โ€œbased on.โ€ The movie was written and directed by Randall Wallace, who previously merely wrote Braveheart, but all this writing and directing and basing upon was too much for him. The resulting concoction has less to do with Dumas than with a shambles.

What to make of a movie in which โ€œdโ€™Artagnanโ€ is pronounced four different ways? Correctly in the French manner, and also โ€œdart onyon,โ€ โ€œdarTANNyan,โ€ and, as if it were Armenian, โ€œdartainianโ€? Accents pullulate: Gรฉrard Depardieuโ€™s Porthos sounds like Inspector Clouseau; Jeremy Ironsโ€™s Aramis is pure British; John Malkovichโ€™s Athos (also variously pronounced), Midwestern; Gabriel Byrneโ€™s dโ€™Artagnan, Americanized Irish; Leonardo DiCaprioโ€™s man in the iron mask and Louis XIV are carefully learned stage-and-screen American.

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