Little White Romance
The pharmaceutical industry is about to get another pain in the neck. If the recent mega-million-dollar verdict against Merck and its Vioxx painkiller didn’t do enough to further taint the reputation of Big Pharma, The Constant Gardener, a new morally conscious thriller for the left, should only confirm the public’s distrust.
Based on John Le Carre’s 2001 novel, the film is a slick exposé of callous pharmaceutical giants and corrupt governments. But for all its laudable intentions, The Constant Gardener is the latest picture from “liberal Hollywood” (see also The Interpreter) to advance its agenda from a first-world, white perspective – a point of view that ultimately clouds its potential power.
The erudite U.K. actor Ralph Fiennes stars as Justin Quayle, the constant gardener of the title, a mid-level, mild-mannered member of the British High Commission stationed in Kenya. As he tends to his gardenias, the evils of globalization are committed right under his nose. It’s not until his headstrong, young wife Tessa (Rachel Weisz) is murdered in the bush that the dull diplomat arises from his greenhouse and stumbles upon a conspiracy of international scope.
Unbeknownst to Quayle, feisty wife Tessa was uncovering the dubious practices of a Swiss-based pharmaceutical firm and their testing of a new experimental tuberculosis drug, “Dypraxa,” on unsuspecting Africans. “They’re disposable drugs for disposable people,” explains a doctor later in the film.
Such damning statements should satisfy viewers angry about Merck’s recent egregious scam. And the same goes for our flashback introduction to the “privileged revolutionary” Tessa when she first spots Quayle at a lecture: She decries the failure of diplomacy in Iraq and dubs the undertaking “Vietnam, the sequel.” But when Weisz’s Tessa awkwardly backs down, apologizes for her outburst and inexplicably invites Quayle home for giggly sex, the radical heroine loses her edge – as does the film.
As Quayle takes up his late wife’s humanitarian mission, the film’s conspiracy plot kicks into high gear – referencing Robert Ludlam’s “The Bourne Identity” rather than the modest, nuanced John Le Carre of “The Spy Who Came in from the Cold” and “Smiley’s People.” The film’s political intrigue also dovetails with Quayle’s more personal quest to understand the love of his life. As both stories intermingle, The Constant Gardener reveals its underlying nature: It’s just one more movie about white romance in black Africa.
Perhaps it’s a good thing that handsome sophisticate Fiennes is associated with another such tale, 1996’s similarly positioned Oscar contender The English Patient. While The Constant Gardener is not as syrupy as that doomed romance, the actor’s high-cheek-boned presence makes glaringly evident the preponderance of films that follow European elites against a backdrop of African strife. As a side note, the greatest achievement of Hotel Rwanda may be simply the fact that its protagonist is a black African.
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