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![]() By Marc Savlov JUNE 1, 1999: D: Gillies MacKinnon; with Kate Winslet, Said Taghmaoui, Bella Riza, Carrie Mullan, Pierre Clementi, Abigail Cruttenden, Ahmed Boulane, Sira Stampe, Amidou. (R, 99 min.)
To my immense disappointment, MacKinnon's title is grossly misleading: There is
nothing particularly hideous nor kinky about Hideous Kinky. The phrase instead arrives
at random as two young girls' hollered epithet, directed with varying degrees of
playfulness, at their mother Julia (Winslet), who has dragged them from their London
home in order to traipse around sunny Morocco in 1972. The reason for the jaunt is
obliquely referred to as some sort of familial distress; Mom hates Dad, Dad loves
the ladies, Mom and kids hasten to the hippie outpost of Marrakesh to sort things
out and dig the oh-so-groovy vibes. (Dad's probably getting the better end of the
deal here, you think.) Adapted from Esther Freud's novel (hence MacKinnon's title),
the film is a gorgeous panoply of exotic locations, music, and, one hopes, attitudes.
For all its wild-times-in-the-hinterlands promise, however, Hideous Kinky is undermined
by a fundamental prosaicness in its narrative. Julia and her five- and seven-year-old
daughters, Lucy and Bea (Mullan and Riza, both excellent in their film debuts), have
come to escape, but Julia, at least, finds that no matter where you go, there you
are. The kids are no slouches, either. Lucy is content to subsist on the local culture
as long as Mom's around, but then, she's living in a five-year-old's paradise, full
of new sights and wonders popping up at every turn. Bea, on the other hand, sees
through the charade. "I want to be normal," she cries, pining for a backpack and
uniform so she can at least attend the local Catholic-run school with the other kids.
She has her BS meter ratcheted up to a Spinal-Tap-ean "11," and she's not having
any of Julia's peace-and-love escapism. When Julia falls for a local Marrakesh street
performer, Bilal (Taghmaoui), the story briefly threatens to carry its own weight
for a bit. During a visit to his remote village home, we find, along with Julia (who's
eagerly angling toward some sort of expatriate, victimized Sufi-hood) that Bilal
already has a wife; he's ostracized by the elders of his town, who gather around
and speak in whispers of the shame of abandonment. It's all shades of Julia's current
raison d'être, but she takes it in hippified stride. MacKinnon makes terrific
use of the Morrocan landscape, sun-dappled fields, clamorous, scurrying marketplaces,
gauzy violet twilights, but without any real narrative thrust, none of it matters
a whit more than those visually titillating but mentally vacant half-hours that clutter
up the Travel Channel. Indeed, it's as if Hideous Kinky were a travelogue for the
armchair Sixties retro crowd. Despite winning performances by Winslet and the girls,
't's all enough to make you echo George Thorogood and say, "Hey, Julia, why don't
you 'get a haircut and get a real job? (Like your big brother Bob.)'"
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