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'Little Dorrit,' part five
Apr. 26th, 2009 11:02 pmThis is going to be LONG. Get your popcorn and your beverages (preferably caffeinated) ready. . . .
Hortensia General! That wasn't in the book, I don't think. Too funny. (Reminds me of C. S. Lewis: "There once was a boy named Eustace Clarence Scrubbs, and he almost deserved it.") Good heavens, what's with all the declarations of love that are actually making it to fruition? First John, then Arthur, now Mr. Dorrit!
Poor Mr. Dorrit -- his paranoia turned into self-fulfilling prophecy. Mrs. Merdle's face is priceless. I don't understand why Amy stands there for so much of this looking blank. It's what the director wanted, I guess, but it comes across pretty poorly and is very un-Amy-like.
Oh, boy. Frederick Dorrit just brought me to tears with "I'll keep him company." Well done, James Fleet. Very, very well done. *Sniffle*
Isn't Amy back in London a little early? Edmund, as usual, is a hoot, but I can't believe that even Fanny could say all those things in front of Amy!
(Cheese and anchovy paste on toast, by the way, is the grossest thing I've ever heard of.)
Arthur: "I'm your flesh and blood!" *Choke, cough, sputter* Davies, you old jokester, you'll be the death of me yet. You're having way too much fun with the ironic foreshadowing. I love everyone getting caught outside the door when Arthur opens it. These filmmakers really know how to use an ensemble cast.
Holy CRAP, a reunion scene! Pardon my French, but that's what I have in my notes. It's literally all I could think to write. As I hinted before, Amy's still supposed to be in Italy at this point. Poor Arthur isn't getting her sarcasm, I'm afraid. At this point he isn't getting much of anything -- except hurt. This scene is turning out to be horrible. It could have been good, but it's horrible. If I might slip into psychiatric parlance for a moment, Amy is meant to be Arthur's "safe place," the person he can trust and be comfortable with when he's beset from all other sides. And she would never speak that way to someone whom she loves and respects and who's been nothing but kind to her. Bad, bad, BAD idea.
Nice epitaph for Mr. Merdle. And again Fanny strikes the practical note. Okay, she's funny, but we don't need to be wasting time on them just now -- ah, okay, here's Arthur. Macfadyen is terrific in this scene, and so is Marsan (Pancks apparently choking half to death notwithstanding). Fanny and Edmund again -- I have to admit I'm enjoying their cross-talk act. Arthur's friends are so dear, trying to hide him. And Arthur is so dear too, poor remorseful man. Somebody give him a hug already!
( And Arthur finally gets a clue . . . )
Hortensia General! That wasn't in the book, I don't think. Too funny. (Reminds me of C. S. Lewis: "There once was a boy named Eustace Clarence Scrubbs, and he almost deserved it.") Good heavens, what's with all the declarations of love that are actually making it to fruition? First John, then Arthur, now Mr. Dorrit!
Poor Mr. Dorrit -- his paranoia turned into self-fulfilling prophecy. Mrs. Merdle's face is priceless. I don't understand why Amy stands there for so much of this looking blank. It's what the director wanted, I guess, but it comes across pretty poorly and is very un-Amy-like.
Oh, boy. Frederick Dorrit just brought me to tears with "I'll keep him company." Well done, James Fleet. Very, very well done. *Sniffle*
Isn't Amy back in London a little early? Edmund, as usual, is a hoot, but I can't believe that even Fanny could say all those things in front of Amy!
(Cheese and anchovy paste on toast, by the way, is the grossest thing I've ever heard of.)
Arthur: "I'm your flesh and blood!" *Choke, cough, sputter* Davies, you old jokester, you'll be the death of me yet. You're having way too much fun with the ironic foreshadowing. I love everyone getting caught outside the door when Arthur opens it. These filmmakers really know how to use an ensemble cast.
Holy CRAP, a reunion scene! Pardon my French, but that's what I have in my notes. It's literally all I could think to write. As I hinted before, Amy's still supposed to be in Italy at this point. Poor Arthur isn't getting her sarcasm, I'm afraid. At this point he isn't getting much of anything -- except hurt. This scene is turning out to be horrible. It could have been good, but it's horrible. If I might slip into psychiatric parlance for a moment, Amy is meant to be Arthur's "safe place," the person he can trust and be comfortable with when he's beset from all other sides. And she would never speak that way to someone whom she loves and respects and who's been nothing but kind to her. Bad, bad, BAD idea.
Nice epitaph for Mr. Merdle. And again Fanny strikes the practical note. Okay, she's funny, but we don't need to be wasting time on them just now -- ah, okay, here's Arthur. Macfadyen is terrific in this scene, and so is Marsan (Pancks apparently choking half to death notwithstanding). Fanny and Edmund again -- I have to admit I'm enjoying their cross-talk act. Arthur's friends are so dear, trying to hide him. And Arthur is so dear too, poor remorseful man. Somebody give him a hug already!
( And Arthur finally gets a clue . . . )
