To see The Kids Are All Right Last Night, which caused me to reflect, somewhat late in the day, upon a crucial and blindingly obvious difference between film and novel. In a book, to create a frisson between two people there has to be a degree of nuance, a depth of understanding by the reader, a steady creation of character, to make that moment happen. In a film it can be done with a look or a touch, a flutter of eyelashes and bam. There's your moment; the audience accepts that those two people are going to end up in bed. That's the difference between having fine actors and director and merely words on the page....
And thanks to the woman who emerged from an earlier viewing yelling to her companions that honestly the whole thing could have been a sit com but didn't work as a film, she was BORED, and by the way that ending (announcing what happened to assembled crowd waiting to go in), SO predictable. Why thank you, Madam.
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