Hollywood. They take something that's pretty straightforward and assign it to a committee to turn it into something needlessly convoluted and working against itself.
No, Bobbie Gentry never confirmed what her song was about, but Occam's Razor, a boy tosses something into the river and then, despondent, kills himself. His only mourner is the girl who seems to know more than she's able to reveal to her obtuse family. Oh, what could it be?
Anyone with a lick of common sense would say it's obviously their baby, born premature or aborted before anyone figures out she's pregnant.
This movie takes that simple, tragically elegant idea and turns it into some ridiculous soap opera with a gay subtext that is just a completely different story. I get it. The writers, director, and producer had to get paid, so they couldn't just faithfully tell a poignant story because they didn't have the guts or imagination. But this replacement is just so uninspired.
No, Bobbie Gentry never confirmed what her song was about, but Occam's Razor, a boy tosses something into the river and then, despondent, kills himself. His only mourner is the girl who seems to know more than she's able to reveal to her obtuse family. Oh, what could it be?
Anyone with a lick of common sense would say it's obviously their baby, born premature or aborted before anyone figures out she's pregnant.
This movie takes that simple, tragically elegant idea and turns it into some ridiculous soap opera with a gay subtext that is just a completely different story. I get it. The writers, director, and producer had to get paid, so they couldn't just faithfully tell a poignant story because they didn't have the guts or imagination. But this replacement is just so uninspired.