» Just saw Perfect Storm, a film I've been anticipating ever since it first went into production.
OK, before we go any further, let's get a few things out of the way:
- I read the Sebastian Junger book a couple of years ago, and loved it. I bawled my eyes out on the tube, truth be told.
- About six months ago, I also read The Hungry Ocean by Linda Greenlaw - the skipper of the Hannah Boden, sister ship to the Andrea Gail - so the sister book to Perfect Storm, in a way, I suppose. I loved it.
- I go to sleep frequently listening to the Radio 4 shipping forecast, broadcast at 00:50am each night. I find it infinitely soothing and reassuring, like a kind of mantra.
- I love sailing. One summer, when I was 19, I worked as first mate on a 92' schooner, sailing around Scotland and Ireland with young probationers and ex-offenders. I loved it.
- I think George Clooney is lush.
Right, back to the movie. My general opinion of it can be basically expressed in one word: bullshit.
The special effects were great; George was as hunky as you might expect in wellies and a jumper and the special effects were great. Oh, did I say that already? Well, they were.
But there was so much wrong with the movie, I don't know where to begin. See, the best thing about the book, the most moving thing, was the fact that it was so well researched and written, and left so much to the imagination. The film filled in all the gaps, and wrote a very definite story. Clearly, a film has to have a narrative (except for anything starring Jim Carrey) but it's a shame that this one's detracted so strongly from what was a stunning story in the first place. Rather than letting the story tell itself, it was conformed and constricted into a Hollywood script, Which, I guess, it was, after all. So maybe I should just shut up.
I won't go into the whole thing here, but suffice to say I was disappointed. I would heartily recommend that anyone read the original book, especially if you've already seen the film.
Ooh, I will just mention one really irritating thing, though (apart from the saccharine storylines at the beginning, and the presence of more than one wooden actor) - Wolfgang Petersen seems to be obsessed with the use of soaring strings and emotional overtures during moments of meteorological tension and climax. Which would be fine, except it gives the audience the distinct and rather unnerving impression that they are trapped in a lift. Hmmm. Not a wet eye in the house...
9:27:48 PM