The Libertine

The scatological, often shocking verse of poet John Wilmot (1647-1680)—second Earl of Rochester and a notorious wit, rake, and general provocateur—has never been much read, being rather raunchy for tender ears. But it does, for the most part, boast the virtue of brevity, which cannot—unfortunately—also be said of director Laurence Dunmore's film The Libertine, based on Stephen Jeffreys' quasi-historical play about the still-obscure Restoration nobleman-writer. Incessantly talky (in an arch, affected manner designed to sets one's teeth on edge), the film makes some effort to adhere to the facts known about Wilmot's later years and the political machinations of the day—centered on Wilmot's sometime-patron king Charles II (John Malkovich)—but it also takes considerable liberties for dramatic effect and doesn't hesitate to substitute myth for truth. Throughout all of the character's vicissitudes—he's involved with no fewer than three women and frequently falls out of favor with the monarch—and extraordinarily long, pretentious speeches, one has to admire the energy of Johnny Depp, who throws himself into the role of the dissolute lord with his usual flair. Unfortunately, he can't save a film that's turgid and drab in equal measure, and his opening address directly to the audience—“You will not like me!”—proves all too prophetic. Not recommended. [Note: DVD extras include audio commentary by director Laurence Dunmore, the 36-minute “making-of” documentary “Capturing The Libertine,” eight deleted scenes with optional commentary (15 min.), and trailers. Bottom line: a decent extras package for a disappointing film.] (F. Swietek)