New James Bond girl Izabella Scorupco (soon to be seen in “Goldeneye”) sheds her clothes and comes off rather well acting-wise in “The Tears of Saint Peter,” an otherwise ludicrous and boring attempt at a comedy-drama set in medieval times. B.O. prospects look slim, unless the abundent sex and frequent gratuitous nudity put it over.
Title refers to a liquid that is said to have powers to heal and awaken the dead. Traveling around in the 1480s dressed as a man named Carlo Marcellini, Carla (Scorupco) hatches a plan to rid a wealthy mayor (Rolf Lassgard) of some loot. Part of the plan is her intention to resurrect everyone who’s died in the town in the past 10 years, but problems arise when she falls for the mayor’s son (Carl-Einar Hackner), who insists her promise be kept so he can see his late fiancee again.
The story is quite impossible, creating the impression that the filmmakers had no idea whether it would turn out comic or dramatic. In the end, it’s neither. Pic mostly consists of incoherent scenes with the actors running around as if they have no idea what to do.
There’s also a strange mix of childish humor and ribald atmospherics (sex orgies at a brothel, worms eating corpses, and so on). The frequent nudity includes male full-frontals.
Playing is uneven. Polish-born, Swedish-raised Scorupco is a looker, both in and out of clothes. Hackner, a popular magician, should stick with that career. Of the rest, Lassgard outacts everyone.