Perfume: The Story of a Murderer runs a hellish 2+ hours. Two hours of watching a wan, skinny young man planning and executing women so he can capture their scent in a jar. I’m not kidding about this.
This 2006 direct-to-video project features Alan Rickman, who is completely wasted in a small role, and Dustin Hoffman wrestling with a dodgy Italian accent. The film has no suspense, but does treat us to long boring stretches of watching the lead actor peer uncharismatically into the camera. I didn’t read the book, but I have to think that it was better than this snooze fest. Avoid at all costs even if you like Alan Rickman as much as I do (a lot). This just isn’t worth it.
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