Heat and Dust

It's not really too surprising that it was only Ruth Prawer Jhabvala's adaptation of her own novel that garnered any attention on the awards circuit from this film. Otherwise, it's a rather sterile story of mischief amongst the Raj that rather left me cold. The plot centres around the investigations of "Anne" (Julie Christie) into the goings-on in the 1920s that involved her lively great-aunt "Olive" (Greta Scacchi). Now this lady had only recently arrived to be with her new husband "Douglas" (Christopher Cazenove) and is swiftly immersed in the upper-class colonial lifestyle that sees her hobnobbing with the British establishment and with the local Nawab (Shashi Kapoor) who plays the game, subtly, for all it's worth. Meantime, we are aware of the precariousness of all of this as bandits maraud the countryside and anti-British sentiment is never far away. As "Anne" learns more about her relative, she begins to ask herself a few questions about her own life - and those imponderables lead her to begin to reevaluate who she is. It's a great looking film to watch, but somehow nobody ever manages to inject any passion or soul into their characters. Even the sex scenes come across strangely unemotional - in any sense. Christie worked far better for me in an earthier, more visceral, role and with the possible expception of Susan Fleetwood's "Mrs. Crawford", most of the cast were just too comfortable with there allocated persona. They came across as if they really could be the fatuous, entitled, cheating individuals - and I found that a little bit dull. There's plenty of dust, but heat? See what you think....