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Parts One and Three are not as tight and effective as they could be, with
rather too many extended monologues - principally from Elaine Ives Cameron as
the elderly harridan Mrs Lavish. Her overly measured delivery just doesn't
work, much as Peter Jurasik's similarly off-key performance blighted
Winter For The Adept.
To hear her wittering away, in barely audible fashion, amidst
a chaotic, bustling ballroom is a particular low-point. If there's supposed
to be an allegory with the impending death by drowning of the city's human
inhabitants, it's not a very effective one.
Thankfully the final quarter arrives at a genuinely epic conclusion, adding a
neat twist in the process which in hindsight should probably have been easy
to spot. Its clumsy "you're my best friend in the world, Charley" epilogue
notwithstanding, Stones Of Venice just about keeps its head above water by
being an essentially decent idea, even if the execution has been bungled
somewhat.
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