Richard Roeper
The most objectionable thing about “The Ottoman Lieutenant” isn’t the
flat acting or the cliché of a wartime romance triangle or the cheap
and schmaltzy score.
It’s the revisionist history of the Armenian Genocide.
Set mostly in and around the Anatolia region of Turkey during World
War I, “The Ottoman Lieutenant” almost completely glosses over the
Empire’s systematic elimination of some 1.5 million Armenians, including
women, children, the elderly and the infirm — an epic-scale atrocity
the Turkish government denies to this day.
“Some Armenian rebels joined the Russian forces to fight the Ottoman
Army and all hell was breaking loose. … The rounding up of Armenian
children and the elderly had begun.”
And after the “rounding up” came the death marches, the forced
starvation, the rape — and the massacres. There’s barely a passing
reference to any of that in this film.
The Icelandic actress Hera Hilmar affects a terrible American accent
and gives a dull performance as Lillie, a fiercely independent free
spirit from Philadelphia who sets out for Istanbul circa 1914 to provide
medical supplies and lend her nursing skills to the local hospital.
Michiel Huisman (“Game of Thrones”) is the handsome and noble Lt.
Ismail Veli, who at first regards Lillie disdainfully but quickly grows
fond of her and then of course falls deeply in love with her. Josh
Hartnett is the Christian missionary, Dr. Gresham, who skips over the
“disdain” part for Lillie and quickly moves from affection to also
falling for her.
And then there’s Sir Ben Kingsley, playing the founder of the
hospital, who when introduced to Lillie bellows, “This is no place for a
woman!” — but quickly becomes a father figure for her. Kingsley looks
so bored with the proceedings one can almost see the paycheck in the
pocket of his costume.
“The Ottoman Lieutenant” has legitimate production values and some
powerful visuals. (Lillie’s voice-overs are accompanied by
black-and-white stills that lend a verite touch.) A couple of action
sequences are well staged.
That’s about it for the plus side.
At one point the not-so-good doctor sees Lillie just after she’s been
with Lt. Veli. He holds her face in his hands, then recoils in horror
and says, “My God, I can smell him!”
Yes, and we can smell the rancid coats of paint on this attempt to whitewash history.
"Chicago Sun-Times," March 10, 2017
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