"The Envelope" pokes the Canadian film industry in the eye with a sharp stick

I remember a period of time between 1979 and 1986 when a series of feature films were constantly being shot on location around Montreal that featured many well-known Hollywood actors (Elliott Gould, Michael Douglas, Morgan Freeman and Christopher Reeve come to mind) who made their way to what was dubbed “Hollywood North”. 

Some of these pictures made their way to your local cinema (i.e. “Once Upon A Time in America”, “Snake Eyes”), but many of them ended up with limited releases, straight-to-video, or ended up being shelved and relegated to gathering dust (i.e. “Running”, “City on Fire”, “Crunch”). For most part, these made in Montreal features were committed to celluloid more for the generous government tax credit money than for artistic merit.

In Vittorio Rossi’s play “The Envelope”, which is playing at the Centaur until April 19, he takes a rather satirically pointed look at the Canadian film industry today that insiders will squirm at, but outsiders will luridly appreciate.

The play takes place mainly within (and outside) an Old Montreal Italian restaurant name Da Franco. Michael Moretti, a veteran award-winning playwright is a week away from debuting his latest play “Romeo’s Rise”, which was originally a movie screenplay that was rejected. His play sparks interest to be optioned as a movie; first by a rather oily Canadian film producer Jake Henry Smith, who screwed him over five years earlier, and a small American producer who has connections with HBO. Michael’s dilemma, as “Romeo’s Rise” opens to critical acclaim and a possible extension of its run, is to decide whether to sign with Smith, get a chunk of the $6 million budget, but compromise his and the script’s integrity, or go for the American producer for less money, but for the golden opportunity of being picked up by HBO and expand into a possible TV series on the cable network?

Somehow, everything about “The Envelope” works so well that makes it a 160-minute entertaining, yet wildly informative expose on what’s really wrong with the Canadian film industry today. The ensemble cast of Ron Lea, David Gow, Leni Parker, Melanie Sirois, Shawn Campbell, Guido Cocomello and Tony Calabretta give such strong performances across the board and complement each other so well (especially the scene-stealing performances by Campbell and Calabretta), and defines what the ideal ensemble cast should be like. The script by Rossi is sharply written, with plenty of zingers about the Canadian film  industry that audiences will find both informative and luridly revealing (and don’t miss Lea’s terrific monologue about how Sidney Lumet made a great film out of a great play that was “12 Angry Men” back in 1957 … it’s like a quick mini lesson on how to be a filmmaker).

“The Envelope” is a searing indictment within the confines of a stage play about how convoluting, frustrating, bureaucracy-drowning and an exercise in futility making a feature film in Canada can be, in which it’s a constant battle of progress over the status quo, or a sharp lesson on how to make a mediocre movie vs. how to make a great movie. Once and for all, “The Envelope” should prove without a doubt that Vittorio Rossi is becoming English Montreal’s main man of letters, and that his playwright’s pen is a golden one.