William Faulkner is viewed by critics in either one of two lights. Some consider him the finest writer ever produced in the South, which would be saying a lot, since it is generally accepted that the best American writers came from the South during this time period. Others would consider him just a master of soap. And make no mistake, the original novel is a classic of SSS (Steamy Southern Soap). Mr. Faulkner believed that what women really wanted was to be "mastered" i.e. raped by a "real" man i.e. one is completely calculating and cold-blooded. Louis Jourdan does a good job in that respect. Lee Remick also does a very good job as the rapee. We are then asked to believe that a new version of Jesus has come to the Deep South in the form of a portly middle-aged black woman, who is more than willing to go up on the cross and die for the sins of others, in order to facilitate their redemption. How noble. But, I am so sorry; I am not buying into this baloney with chitlins as relevant to the 21st century. First of all, the film does not follow Mr. Faulkner's novel, or the logic of the novel. Hollywood not only made this turkey once; they made it twice. Once before in 1933 (when it was more relevant), and again in 1961 (by which time it was completely irrelevant).
As soap, the film is entertaining. But daytime TV soap is more logical than this stuff. Not recommended
Review of Sanctuary
