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quote:Originally posted by cHrOMeO:
No, it's not.
Yes, it is.
Have to agree about American Beauty as well - not a bad film especially, the sub-plot about Thora and Wes is okay, but in no way deserving any of the onanistic acclaim, particularly from the British press - "It takes an English theatre director to make a film that cuts to the heart of American suburbia!" - NO IT DOESN'T YOU COCKS. Plus you don't have to be a raving loony feminazi to detect a misogynistic streak a mile wide in that movie (married woman has affair = bad! married man wants to fuck young girls = good! hot young girl wants to fuck married man = plausible and good! but married man doesn't fuck her = well done!). Oh, and it falls back on some truly lame (and puerile) visual comedy as a plot device, followed by some really dubious and cliched homophobe=repressed homosexual=murderer! schtick, followed by one of the most saccharine, moronic endings in modern cinema.
Plus I heard that the plastic bag bit was nicked off someone else.
Actually, did I say it wasn't a bad film? I lied.
As for The English Patient - when it came out, I'd just read the book and was a bit obsessed with it, so saw it a few times... But with each time realised quite how much Anthony Mingella (spelling? fuck cares) had butchered the most interesting aspects of the novel: so <snip>, there goes Kip as an interesting 3-dimensional character, to be replaced by a forelock-tugging extra from It Ain't Half Hot Mum; <snip> there goes Caravaggio and the Juliette Binoche character's history; <snip>there goes the extent of Almasy's involvement with the Nazis, and the length of time it takes him to get back to the cave (so that the film's chronology doesn't work at all), and the implied necrophilia thereafter; <snip> there goes the stuff about Hiroshima and Kip's reaction to it that forms part of the climax of the book (and is key, I think, to what it's saying about WWII - you get quite a different, much more typical, message from the film).
The film has a couple of good bits - "Just! Give! Me! The FUCKING! Jeep!" - but generally... read the book, kids and especially Cherry. I don't mind film adaptations chopping lots out, as long as the end result is any good (cheers Peter Jackson, again!).
Mendes, Mingella: you Islington fucksters, come round my hood and get pelted with bricks! Grrr.
[ 09-01-2002: Message edited by: Flyboy ] |
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