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Appetite (1998): …for Deconstruction

Appetite (George Milton, 1998)

 

Ysé Tran, sleeping, decorates the movie poster.

“I love sleep. My life has a tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?”
photo credit: streaminghorror.net

Netflix Instant bills George Milton’s debut, Appetite, as a horror film. Having now watched it, I’ve no earthly idea why. At best, one could say it has touches of magical realism; the movie’s plot revolves around a hotel room that is incorrectly perceived as haunted (one in which, the hotel’s head chef tells us, one “dreams the dreams of the one who slept there before you”). That, however, is the only horrific aspect; everything else plays like a thriller with a bit of black comedy mixed in. Which is not to say it’s a complete write-off, but know what you’re getting into.

 

a worker spies on the dalliances of the guests in a still from the film.

“I always liked those old pinhole cameras.”
photo credit: mubi.com

Plot: The Station Hotel, somewhere in England, some time in the past (I got the feeling it was set during, or just after, World War II, though it is never explicitly stated; it is possible the film was meant to take place in 1998, for all I know). Jonathan (Love Actually‘s Edward Hardwicke), the hotel’s beleaguered owner, is just about to settle in for another night of nothing to do but give a local hooker (These Foolish Things‘ Nicky Ladanowski) and her current john a stern talking-to when a guest—a REAL guest rather than one who rents by the four—comes in looking for a room for a few nights. That alone may well have been of note…but one guest turns into a stream of them, and pretty soon the place is full up. The guests have settled into the common room for a night of conversation and cards soon after when head chef Wim (Autumn Blood‘s George Lenz) relates the obligatory hotel ghost story: anyone who spends the night in Room 207 gets the dreams of the person who stayed there last instead of their own. Needless to say, everyone decides to play a quick game of cards to decide who will be spending the night in Room 207, and the cards settle on Susie (The Truth About Charlie‘s Ysé Tran). The dreams she has reveal that not all of the hotel’s guests are new to its embrace…and the dreams she leaves behind for the next night’s guest are only part of the ever-shifting story of the Station Hotel.

Trevor Eve in a still from the film.

“I could have been someone important! I could have been Tim Roth!”
photo credit: vimeo

I had to make Susie’s story the centerpoint of that plot synopsis, and because of how it begins unfolding in the movie, it does seem to have some weight to it, but this is an ensemble cast working out an ensemble plot. One of the guests is at the hotel to confront the man whom he believes murdered his son. Another (played by the mighty Ute Lemper) is an old flame of Jonathan’s stopping by to see if there might still be anything between them. (Jonathan, meanwhile, is hung up on Susie, despite being old enough to be her father.) The chefs are always on the lookout for interesting things to toss in the soup. Oh, and who stole the money from the sailor looking for a good time whilst on shore leave? All threads in this fabric. That’s a tough task to take on as a first-time director; even tougher, one thinks, if one is also a first-time screenwriter (Milton, adapting his own story, co-wrote with Blood director Charly Cantor). More, Miller could have taken the easy way out—made it an anthology film instead of trying to weave it all together—and he didn’t. I can find all sorts of things to commend George Milton for when it comes to the concept here. The execution…not so much. I wish I could say Appetite didn’t end up a muddled, unfocused mess, but I can’t. It’s rather pretty, and much of it is well-acted, but it lacks the necessary sharpness to be carried off.

I’d love to see someone who’s got an affinity for that sort of multi-valued story structure do a remake of this movie; there is something very, very good just below the surface here. But in its present incarnation, it barely gets any chance to do more than see the light of day every once in a while through a fishtank wall crusty green with algae. **

 


A scene from the film featuring Ute Lemper and Trevor Eve.

About Robert "Goat" Beveridge

Media critic (amateur, semi-pro, and for one brief shining moment in 2000 pro) since 1986. Guy behind noise/powerelectronics band XTerminal (after many small stints in jazz, rock, and metal bands). Known for being tactless but honest.

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