That's right, folks - I saw this movie. Moreover, I saw it in a movie theater at the time of its release, so I paid the full price of a ticket to see it.
What can I say? I wanted to see "Pulp Fiction", but my date had other ideas. Being the gentleman I am, I agreed to see what she wanted to see. And for the first half hour or so, I regretted it bitterly. "Oh, marmy, I love you so much!" (<kiss, kiss>). "Marmy"?!?!?! How disgusting!!
But I hung in there, and the movie got quite a bit better as it went on. This is probably due to the fact that, unlike everyone else in the theater, I had never read the book, and therefore had no idea was going to happen next. That tends to add a good deal of dramatic suspense to one's movie-watching experience. Add to this the fact that the movie was undeniably well-made and well-acted. I even forgave the movie for its cloyingly sappy beginning as I realized it was some kind of dramatic device (I guess) to show why the girl spends so much of the movie longing for home.
I was also intrigued by Gabriel Byrne as the stuffy German professor dude observing that Transcendentalism is just German Romantic philosophy, an observation I was actually qualified to confirm, having just read Copleston's "A History of Philosophy." But I digress, as usual.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that the movie was pretty good, I guess.
Incidentally, I saw "Pulp Fiction" not long afterward, and I liked it better than this movie. Sorry.
What can I say? I wanted to see "Pulp Fiction", but my date had other ideas. Being the gentleman I am, I agreed to see what she wanted to see. And for the first half hour or so, I regretted it bitterly. "Oh, marmy, I love you so much!" (<kiss, kiss>). "Marmy"?!?!?! How disgusting!!
But I hung in there, and the movie got quite a bit better as it went on. This is probably due to the fact that, unlike everyone else in the theater, I had never read the book, and therefore had no idea was going to happen next. That tends to add a good deal of dramatic suspense to one's movie-watching experience. Add to this the fact that the movie was undeniably well-made and well-acted. I even forgave the movie for its cloyingly sappy beginning as I realized it was some kind of dramatic device (I guess) to show why the girl spends so much of the movie longing for home.
I was also intrigued by Gabriel Byrne as the stuffy German professor dude observing that Transcendentalism is just German Romantic philosophy, an observation I was actually qualified to confirm, having just read Copleston's "A History of Philosophy." But I digress, as usual.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that the movie was pretty good, I guess.
Incidentally, I saw "Pulp Fiction" not long afterward, and I liked it better than this movie. Sorry.