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Well, that was one of the best movie adaptations I've ever seen. Bloody disappointing, though.
First of all, the diversions from the radio series/TV series/books were clever, well thought-out and fitted into the thing seamlessly. Fully 75% of the dialogue and set-pieces were lifted straight from the (numerous) source materiel. Fantastic production design, shot beautifully. The cast were uniformly brilliant, absolutely perfect for the movie. Freeman makes a perfect 21st century Arthur - you can see why he was invited to the kind of party that Zaphod Beeblebrox would gatecrash, and why Ford would consider him a friend, something that's been missing from previous incarnations of the character. Rockwell is dumb, gorgeous, tangential and insane, Zaphod to the hilt. Mod Def is a revelation - a laid back deadpan ironist with a camp flamboyance and a definite loose screw. Zooey Deschanel, bless her, gets nothing to do, even with an updated Trillian, but then Trillian only ever seemed to be a dry run for Adams' far superior female creation, Fenchurch. Stephen Fry makes a great replacement for Peter Jones, Alan Rickman and Warwick Davies were born to play Marvin, Bill Bailey as the voice of the whale is utterly inspired, Helen Mirren's Deep Thought is genuinely funny. And Bill Nighy's Slartibartfast is just... superb. The movie is fucking wonderful as an adaptation.
But Hitchhikers... just doesn't work as cinema. It's always been almost entirely lacking in narrative, existing as a set of amusing sketches linked by a common theme and characters. Works as a radio series, as a TV series, as a set of books - anything where the episodic, rambling nature of the thing isn't a major drawback. As a stand alone movie - well, despite a valiant attempt to give the story a shape, it's still episodic and rambling. Contrary to what you might think, not all the best gags are lifted straight from the source. The idea-smiting paddles on Vogsphere are brilliant slapstick, and Malkovitch ethereally unpleasant as usual, providing a great counterpoint to Rockwell's frankly batty Zaphod. The increased presence of the bureaucratic, reactionary Vogons works really well contrasted with our totally hatstand heroes. But it just doesn't hang together. It's wonderful nonsense, but it really didn't need to be a film, and it suffers from that central issue at a fundamental level : it was always a tremendous conceit on everyone's part - mine included, as a fan and as a potential audience for the thing - to think it could ever work on the big screen.
Everyone did an amazing job, poured their heart and soul into it. Maybe it's my fault for not thinking it through... but what a disappointment. Oh dear. Feel vaguely crushed now... |
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