The Good Woman

June 14, 2010 at 9:06 am | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

If ever there could be a movie rendered unwatchable on account of dirt poort casting, this would be it

Recipe for Disaster – Take one piece, a beloved play (try Lady Windermere’s Fan), one piece lousy scriptwriter (one who can convert the wit, the satire and the tang of Oscar Wilde, mangle that into part serious, part tosh, complete drivel). Take a generous dollop of “adapting to the times”. Mix these top em up with super secret ingredients – An American director and, the piece de resistance, Scarlett Johansson.

Oh come on, how could anyone, any f***** moron have Scarlett Johanssen play Lady Windermere? How could you even think of her in the same breath?? It beggars logic, it really does.
Lady WIndermere’s Fan has multiple characters, some straight forward (Lord & Lady Windermere), some complex (Mrs Erlynne). The overarching characteristic of Lady Windermere is her innocence. She is the Original sweet english rose, so to speak. She kisses the portrait of her mother evey night – the mother she thought had died more than 16 years back! Wikipedia uses the word “demure” to describe her, for God’s sake! She loves her husband, and when she suspects him of adultery, she confronts him. There is no “intelligently handling the situation” tosh for her. What you see is what you get. How does Scarlett Johanssen fit the bill here?
And Helen Hunt as Mrs. Erlynne? Goodness gracious me! The only commonality is probably on the name – Mrs. Erlynne is the eternal Helen of Troy. The ageless beauty. The phoenix who constantly reinvents herself. She is a survivor. Helen Hunt? The strength of character that is intrinsic to Mrs. Erlynne seems to have been completely forgotten

The movie has succeeded in hacking thoroughly and completely, the wonderful memories I had of Lady Windermere… in particular, and Oscar Wide in specific. Wilde would have turned over in his grave at the utter disgrace of the spectacle. A brilliant, sharp, social satire reduced to an insipid, uninspiring floss. The superb characters, all so finely etched by Wilde have been reduced to mere shadows of their glittering selves.

Murder, she said!

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