“Yes. Pull it to pieces. Tell me I’m a fool, or worse – that he’s a cad. Say all you said when Lilia fell in love with him. That’s the help I want! I dare tell you this because I like you, and because you’re without passion; you look on life as a spectacle; you don’t enter it; you only find it funny or beautiful. So I can trust you to cure me. Mr. Herriton, isn’t it funny?” She tried to laugh herself, but became frightened and had to stop. “He’s not a gentleman, nor a Christian, nor good in any way. He’s never flattered me nor honoured me. But because he’s handsome, that’s been enough. The son of an Italian dentist, with a pretty face.” She repeated the phrase as if it was a charm against passion. “Oh, Mr. Herriton, isn’t it funny!”
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I love it. I don’t know if it’s partly because I love the novel too much and Rupert’s great in it so that I’m biased; but really I don’t have much to complain. It’s a reasonably good adaptation, very smooth, with excellent acting, great music (I want the soundtrack!!!) and the right atmosphere.
Rupert is incredible. As I’ve said in an earlier post, he’s so completely different here: the stiff, clumsy way he moves, the funny way he grimaces when he talks, the comic gestures he makes - plus the plain outfit and hair and moustache - all make him look funny and plain and unattractive. The wonderful thing happens when Philip undergoes inner transformation - after the opera and in the final scene - he turns beautiful. The clumsiness is gone. He glows, at precisely the right moments. What a delight to watch. :D Oh and, a subtle expression of Philip after Miss Abbot’s confession broke my heart into 1000 pieces.
Love Helena BC too. Don’t know if it’s her choice or the director’s idea, I prefer her calm and at some point angry confession in the last scene to the book version.
Things to complain about: 1) The broken arm scene. For some reason I’d have been happier if they had kept Philip’s line “Kill me if you like! But just you leave my broken arm alone”. 2) The milk drinking scene. The book isn’t very clear but I always picture it to be Philip lying/half lying on the couch and Gino brings the jug to his lips. Not them sitting across the table. 3) Caroline should look like a goddess to both of them in the milk drinking scene. This is lost. 4) It doesn’t really matter but I’d think Philip speaks better Italian than Rupert did in the film…anyway he sounds cute when he speaks Italian. XD
Love the final scene. The darkness, the train drowning out the mother’s voice, the steam, the hug…perfect.