S. N. Behrman (1893–1973)

Engaging, genial and gentle book about the artist and author Sir Max Beerbohm, from the point of view of writer and humourist Behrman. The structure of the book surrounds a handful of visits Behrman made to Beerbohm's estate at Rapollo, Italy in the early 1950s, and there's much cause for looking back at some of Beerbohm's works. We also get some shrewd observations as to how Max ran his life in his final few years. The treat, of course, is in the copious selection of illustrations scattered throughout the book. It's always a joy to see Beerbohm's work. One nugget I enjoyed was Beerbohm's habit of amending and editing copies of books with his own artwork. Definitely a book for cartoon-lovers.… (altro)

It's okay

I watched this one night after watching the 1989 James Wilby version, and in several ways I found it superior to that more recent one. The mob scenes in Paris had people stretching as far as the eye can see instead of topping out at maybe 30 or 40 rather harmless looking individuals. The muddy Dover road and the filthy Paris street where the wine cask broke seemed more authentic. I thought that both Stryver and Cruncher were more interesting in the 1935 version, and Colman's Carton definitely came across more sympathetically than Wilby's.

Nevertheless, I felt this movie was a pale imitation of the novel. Here are some the reasons:

1) The movie felt too American (almost like a Western) and too permeated with a chipper attitude.

2) While it's nice not to have Carton sulking throughout the movie, I think Colman's portrayal goes too far in the opposite direction. I feel that the Carton that Dickens created needed that night wandering the streets of Paris pondering life and death and salvation to give him the strength to go through with his sacrifice. The closing episode between Carton and the seamstress is one of the most powerful in literature, and it's disappointing that that episode loses so much power when translated to the screen.

3) I've got nothing against Christmas, but I disagree with the filmmaker's decision to turn this into a Christmas movie (complete with anachronistic Christmas carols).

4) Dickens was not just a good storyteller; he had a remarkable mastery of the English language. Of necessity, his text needs to be cut and pared in order to make a movie of reasonable length, but most dramatizations of his work seem to go far beyond what's necessary in replacing the author's words with words that the screenwriter/director/producer like better. I felt that this film didn't preserve as much of the author's magical phrasing as it might have.… (altro)