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Vera (Geraldine Chaplin), a fading actress) travels to the Dominican
Republic to direct a movie based on a script by the late (real life)
director Jean-Louis Jorge, which is supposed to be a lavish musical
production, together with her (and Jean-Louis') producer friend Victor and
her choreographer Henry (Udo Kier). But the production seems to be running
into troubles left and right from pretty much the get-go, not also due to
tensions on set as Vera's demanding and Henry's a bit of a diva, it's also
that sometimes Vera seems to lose touch with reality, which certainly
doesn't help her focus, and the weather isn't playing nice with the
production either, sending thunderstorms at the least opportune moments,
not caring about the production's tight schedule. And then, during the
grand finale, tragedy really strikes ... Holy Beasts is
in essence a loveletter to Dominican director Jean-Louis Jorge, who was
murdered in 2000 and has been known for his lavish, almost old-school
Hollywood-like productions, a director not only the filmmakers of this
film knew personally, it also features many of his
actors/friends/contemporaries - and on the plus side, the love for the man
shines through, and the looks and lavishness of this film would have
certainly made him proud - it's just that taken by its own merits, Holy
Beasts doesn't tell much of a story, its own narrative is ever so
often interrupted by scenes of beauty but no meaning for the plot, while
the drama never really mounts up, seems to be there only in fragments. So
basically, the film is beautiful perhaps ... but also a bit boring.
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