Here is an example far beyond what you can expect from a budget so small you could hold it in your hand, a filmed impression of a story familiar to us even before we could pronounce "Charles Dickens" and "A Tale of Two Cities" that stirs us from a sleep not unlike the one which characterizes Michael Wincott in his most popular roles as we struggle with a dream like the one in which William L. Peterson finds himself in the least popular of his, finally awakened as are these two actors by the voices of two men of literature, Charles Darnay and Sydney Carton. Wincott and Peterson hear and obey. They do a far far better thing than they have done before, for Lucie Manette, for us all. The director's vision replaces for our modern minds the awkward spray that is the guillotine's historic signature with the ebbing undertow of grateful friendship, and honest sweat on a tropical beach. At last.
