The BBC's Little Dorrit
I'm enjoying the BBC's Little Dorrit. I like how Andrew Davis has tightened up the ramshackle plot, given Amy a little more fire and turned the underpowered Rigaud into a proper villain of melodrama (Andy Serkis- plus beard and moustache, minus eyebrows) but it's not Dickens. Dramatized Dickens never is. Take away the authorial voice- with its poetry, rhetoric and fantastical drollery- and you've taken away three quarters of what makes him so extraordinary. Little Dorrit is a huge novel, a great three-decker warship of a book (I'm borrowing a image from Kipling here) - like Turner's Fighting Temeraire with the sunset behind her- and Davis has turned it into a streamlined racing yatch. I miss the weather too. Dickens' London is dark and and foggy and muddy and hallucinatory. The BBC's London is so clean and brisk you could enact Jane Austen on the streets.
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Heehee. :)
I don't remember London being clean and brisk. But colorful and wet, yes. And full of rooks. -_-
What I do like about this is how it reminded me of why I hated the Lord of the Rings movies. To me those books were part travelogue and part poetry book, and the movies stripped 90% of the poetry from them.
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I used to memorize those poems (the Elvish ones too!) and sing them to myself. Tolkien to me will always be an oral tradition. :)
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Jackson missed the soul but kept the (very leaky) plot. He actually managed to exacerbate faults that the beauty of Tolkien's writing disguises.
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Also, Frodo was not supposed to be a pretty fragile boy. Nor was Sam supposed to be his subtextual lover.
Eh. I will stick to the books, like the curmudgeon I am. :P
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