My feelings about films adapted from books I love are very mixed. Jane Austen seems to test scriptwriters and directors severely and I have come to the conclusion that despite my enjoying the the glorious extravaganza of costumes and settings, I am really happiest with the pictures formed in my head from reading the books.
That being said I did enjoy Emma with Anja Taylor-Joy, the last film I saw in a cinema before lockdown. I felt it was fairly faithful to the story and as well as looking beautifully glossy ( not a muddy bottom in sight) there wasn't too much which jarred.
The same cannot be said for Persuasion which is currently available on Netflix, Dakota Johnson's portrayal of Anne grated time after time; she smirked, she was flippant, she talked to camera, she swigged wine from the bottle and used wildly anachronistic language. The sentiment, 'worse than exes, we're friends,' neatly sums up an unenviable situation but it is lazy writing not to have found a way of expressing it which chimes more faithfully with the period.
When as readers we watch a film adaptation as the very least we want to recognise the characters we love. With Dakota Johnson's Anne, we don't. When reading we build up a picture of the characters from the clues the writer provides; when watching a film, the director's input and the actor's interpretation put us at a further remove. If well done this can in fact add something, Anja Taylor-Joy's snide little glances as Emma enhance our understanding of this self satisfied little madam- but it doesn't happen very often.
It seems likely that many adaptations are targeted at people who have never read the books and for whom they undoubtedly provide enjoyable entertainment - which of course is a very god thing.
Even so, give me the book every time!
I'll finish off with a verse I've had in my in-tray for a long time. I have no idea who wrote it (and Mr Google doesn't seem to know either) but it does highlight a more amusing problem suffered by many Jane Austen admirers.
JANE IN VAIN
I often get lost in the works of Jane Austen
For Jane is my favourite writer;
Suave and satirical, Jane is a miracle,
Who subtler than Jane - and who lighter?
With elegant diction unequalled in fiction
Her characters meet and commingle,
Unlike say the martyrs of Camus and Sartre,
So anguished, so lonely -so single.
Though nil is the ration of bedroom and passion,
When Crawford runs off with Maria
Their sex-life off stage in that elegant age
May still be assumed to have fire
Such art, with such breeding, makes beautiful reading -
But let me confess my dilemma;
I'm only safe when it's the Bingleys and Bennets,
I mix up Persuasion with Emma,
I've read them al thrice. I recall Fanny Price
Beneath old Sir Thingummy's aegis -
Was it this Cinderella, or some Isabella
who fell off a cliff at Lyme Regis?
I can't recall rightly if Mr John Knightly
Resided at Donwell or Randalls,
My memory's flabby, is Northanger Abbey
The one with the Willougby scandals?
I am quite in the dark, is it Mansfield Park
That begins with the Dashwoods all greedy
And planning what cash would be left to John Dashwood
If kept from some relative needy?-
No they lived at Norland - with Catherine Moreland,
Or Rushwood, or Bertram. or Elton,
Or perhaps Marianne or Miss Elliott ( Anne?)
In scenes that all Janeites dwell on ...
Mistress of clarity, what a disparity
Between my response and your art!
But Jane don't complain. I shall read you again
And again, tillI've got you by heart
4 comments:
I'm sure I don't know what that poem is going on about at all! Ahem. Patricia, it is rather comforting to know I'm not the only one who feels like that about the Austen novels.
A teenager I know is a real enthusiast of the swathe of new "Regency" adventures with bold, adventurous heroines, handsome heroes and bodice-ripping romances of the "Bridgerton" style.
First typed "body-ripping" but that's another genre. Which she might not like as much.
Neither.
TV and stage make Jane Austen, Austen for me.
And I think the poem came from the Pemberley website or possibly a Usenet group or mailing list.
[or even someone's blog].
Perhaps it was passed around at a literary magazine club.
For me, books and films are just two different things. Films being visual, and feed the senses and emotions. Books, everything other than the senses. I did some work on the 2005 TV version of Persuasion. For me, it was a day out in Bath for the filming. All dressed up to play the part of a cake seller in a street market. [ The cakes were real, btw ]. And the 'atmosphere' felt real. A well reviewed film, as I recall.
I also did a week's work on the film 'The Other Boleyn Girl'. As I stood, part of the household in the courtyard of the Boleyn home, pig roasting nearby on a spit, the king's outriders galloping through the entrance, I felt transported back through all those hundreds of years.
Just not a book. Actually, on recollection, there was... by Phillipa Gregory. I read that much later. Earthy language of the book toned down for the film. But hey, it was an American production, so that probably explains it.
More recently, I watched the 'Normal People' TV series, and later read the book. Like, I believe, almost everyone else, I thought it was absolutely cracking. Reading the book confirmed that view. The TV version was a very faithful rendition of what Sally Rooney had written, and she was happy with it.
On the other side of the equation, I also watched the follow up... 'Conversations with Friends'. I don't know if Sally Rooney was happy with it. I wasn't, I had little sympathy with most of the characters, they all seemed to be a bunch of a*seh*les, except for the main character's friend. No subsequent desire to read the book. And I got so annoyed with the infinity of texting, that I borrowed 'Digital Minimalism' ( Cal Newport ) from the library.
Lovely post, Patricia, and I agree entirely about most of the film adaptations - with one exception: Ang Li's film of "Sense and Sensibility" with script by Emma Thompson (a real Jane Austen enthusiast). That really did capture the best of the book, and I found I could read the book and watch the film and find nothing to complain about! (And of course who could forget the TV adaptation of "Pride and Prejudice", with Colin Firth in his wet shirt...!)
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