The opening night film of the Cannes Festival may have failed to
delight the notoriously astringent critics here, but then that was the
case a year ago with Wong Kar-wai’s My Blueberry Nights, and even more
so in 2006 with The Da Vinci Code. But Blindness deserves better
treatment.
The third feature of Brazilian director Fernando Meirelles, who made City of God and The Constant Gardener, Blindness is adapted from the acclaimed novel by Jose Saramago. Those who have read the book – in which the world falls apart after being hit by a plague of blindness – tend to complain that Meirelles and screenwriter Don McKellar have failed to capture its raw power. I haven’t read it, which may be a factor in why I liked the film.






