Somewhere within Jane Campion's unmistakable gift for filmmaking resides a diffidence. She would rather dreamily contemplate her characters than sound their depths. Perhaps there is a voice inside her head insinuating that too much motivation hunting becomes a violation, a psychological presumptuousness. Or is it simply that Campion needs a scriptwriter to start the probing for her? For me, her best work remains An Angel at My Table, adapted from Janet Frame's autobiography by the...
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