Showing posts with label North and South. Show all posts
Showing posts with label North and South. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

And the Winner Is...

North and South!

Seriously???
(Put down your rotten tomatoes, ladies.  I didn't actually react THAT way. Sure, I wanted Anne 2 to win, but I'm a gracious loser.  I hope.)

I will confess to feeling just a wee bit of disappointment... but I must say I don't have a surprised feeling.  It's a splendid ending, after all, even if it's not my favorite, and after all I DID host the poll to see what the universal favorite was.   And now the people too must rise have spoken, and North and South has won.

For your entertainment, I'm embedding the final scene, the version with Henry's bits cut out.  No one wants him hanging around pouting during this part, now do we?

 

Annnnnd... now I'm quite tempted just to go watch the whole movie again.

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

North and South Review


"Reckon I'll leave my brains at home, then."
~Nicholas Higgins, episode four

Where do I begin?

I'm hesitant to write this review because I know so many of you adore North and South.  In period drama-loving-circles, it seems to be one of the best-loved stories in the history of the BBC.  I mean, the movie has everything.  Romantic tension.  Political tension.  Familial tension.  Tension between friends.   (Hmmm, do I spot a theme?  Should we maybe rename the movie Lots of Stress and Practically Everyone Dies?)  It's a sweeping story.  It's tearjerking.  It's giggle-worthy (though not as much as some other period dramas I could name... Emma, anyone?).  It's passionate.  It's fascinating.  And I really do like it.

Just not as much as I feel I ought to.

It's not my favorite period drama.  It's not even on my top five list.  Maybe top ten, but maybe not.  ( don't particularly like making lists.)  And so I'm afraid I may offend some of you with this review, because I know some of you love this movie much more than I do.  So please, take my silly ramblings with a grain of salt.  Let me give my take on N&S, and if you so desire, feel free to leave yours in the comment box.  But hey, it's a free country, and you may laugh as much as you chuse, but you will not laugh me out of my opinion.

Anyways.  We shall proceed.

Oh, and as usual, THERE WILL BE SPOILERS.  Proceed with caution.


I'm reviewing my second viewing of North and South, you must understand, and I must say I'm glad it's my second time around.  Because if I'd written this after my first viewing, I wouldn't have looked on Margaret so favorably as I do now.  But now I've read the book twice and seen the movie twice, and Margaret has jumped far higher in my estimation since my first encounter with her.   Daniela Denby-Ashe might not look like the Margaret described in the book, but I think she fits the part perfectly.  Unfortunately there are some parts in the movie (most notably Mr. Thornton's first proposal and that early scene where she wouldn't shake his hand) where she seems like a real snob, but I think that can really only be blamed on the page-to-screen transition.  Margaret's emotions are vividly expressed in the book, while the movie can only show so much of what she's thinking and feeling.  And the book does say that Margaret has a haughty appearance, so we can forgive Daniela Denby-Ashe for looking a bit snobby at certain times.  

I love how she's not as drop-dead gorgeous as some other period drama heroines I could name.  She's certainly beautiful, but not in a particularly stunning way.  Margaret strikes me as being a very normal heroine, and I like that.  She doesn't do anything particularly stupendous in the course of the story (other than pulling an Eponine during the riot scene...) and she stays at home and takes care of her family.  On the surface, she might actually seem a bit boring.  Yet, polite and genteel as she may be, she also knows her own mind and isn't afraid to speak up about something that bothers her.  She's the kind of heroine who matures and changes as the story unfolds, and that's my favorite kind of protagonist.


Richard Armitage is Mr. Thornton.   The End.  No one else could ever play the part to perfection the way he does.  North country accent, check.  Tall, dark and handsome, check.  Middle-distance smolder, check.  Manages to make the character tremendously likable despite his many flaws, check.  

Yes, I just said "many flaws."  I know Mr. Thornton has a huge fan following, but let's be honest: he's not perfect.  The man has a decent amount of pride and a pretty hot temper: he's actually rather brutal in that first scene in the factory.  (And yes, I realize that Stephens could have burnt the whole factory down and Mr. Thornton had a right to be furious, but throwing him to the ground and kicking him?  That's going a bit too far.)  Sure, we get to know him better as the story moves along, and I firmly believe that he actually changes a bit after he meets Margaret, but he's no Mr. Knightley.  *ducks and covers head*  I know I'm going to get some flak for this, but... well, I've never been afraid of opinionated comments.  *rubs hands gleefully*  Bring it on, ladies.  I have a caps lock too, you know.  

Humor aside, I really do like Mr. Thornton.  No, I mean that.  I do.  He's a great guy and his character and integrity are hard to match.  I feel awful for him during the failed proposal scene.  I admire him for refusing to speculate and risk hurting hundreds of employees.  He's a wonderful character... but I'm just not as impressed as I probably ought to be.  Maybe it's the fact that he's a little heavy on the melodrama.   I do my share of melting at the "Nobody cares for me except you, Mother" line, but when you think about it, he does come across as a bit... angsty.  And all the staring into the middle distance and here-comes-the-smoldering is well and good, but it gets old.  



And this picture cracks me up.  Just saying.


Nicholas and Bessy Higgins are two of my favorite characters in the movie-- they're much more likable than they are in the book.  In the book, Nicholas comes across as a bit of a loutish oaf--at least at first--who has no interests beyond going to the pub and stirring up trouble between the workers and the mill owners.  In the movie, he's a caring and compassionate father who truly wants to do what's best for his own family and for his coworkers, with as little trouble as possible.  Some people say Nicholas is the real hero of N&S.  I'm not sure I'd go so far as to say he replaces Mr. Thornton (for all my fun-poking, I really do think he's a great hero), but Nicholas certainly has an awful lot of heroic qualities.  He's a bit rough around the edges, but his heart is, as they say, in the right place.  (I've heard that expression a hundred times, but never yet heard it said of a mean person that his heart was in the wrong place... just saying.)  He takes in Boucher's children after Boucher's death (um, you didn't think there wouldn't be spoilers, right?) and doesn't brag about it to anyone.  Even after it's a certain thing that Mr. Thornton's going to lose his mill, Nicholas stays after hours and does extra work because it needs to be done.


Bessy Higgins is much more pleasant in the movie as well.  Maybe it's just because I grew up on Elsie Dinsmore and have had it up to here with brain-fevered, patiently-suffering heroines, but Bessy's character in the book drove me nuts.  Yes, yes, it's wonderful that you're dying of TB and thinking of nothing but heaven, but if you could stop gushing about it every other minute in a dialect nobody can understand without a glossary at the back, we'd appreciate it, thankyouverymuch and have a nice day.  Bessy in the movie has a bit more backbone and a sense of humor.  She's still sickly, but that's not her fault (and to be fair, it's not the book-Bessy's fault either).   Bessy's death is probably the most heartbreaking part of the whole movie.  My sisters and I joke that Elizabeth Gaskell stories could all be renamed Funeral Parade, and N&S is no exception.  Is it really necessary to have someone die in every episode?  (actually I don't think anyone dies in the first episode... but Margaret, that is NOT the POINT.)


Mrs. Thornton... is amazing.  I liked her from the start, which was a change from the book because I don't like her very much in the book at all.  She's so courageous in the movie, such a strong person, and even though she's not exactly kind to everyone at first meeting, you get the feeling right away that you're looking at a heroine of sorts.  Without her, Mr. Thornton wouldn't be the man he is.  Without her, Fanny might be a billion times worse (perish the thought).  One of my favorite lines of hers is when she says that if Margaret had accepted Mr. Thornton's first proposal, she would have tried to love her for his sake.  Talk about a sacrifice--she hates Margaret! But, after all, "a mother's love holds fast and forever. A girl's love is like a puff of smoke - it changes with every wind."


Speaking of Fanny Thornton-- this girl is hilarious.  She provides some much-needed comic relief (N&S is probably the most somber of all Elizabeth Gaskell's works) and she has some of the most quotable lines in the movie.  "London and the Alhambra.  They are the two places I long to see."  "Believe me, I almost fainted! I thought they were going to knock down the door and murder us all!"  And I love how Mr. Thornton shuts her up every time.  "You were in no danger."  Anne-girl and I agree that the best part in the whole movie is when she's playing the piano upstairs and Mr. Thornton comes in, gets his coat, and looks skyward for just an instant as Fanny caterwauls.  How he (and his mother) ever put up with her for twenty-something years is a mystery beyond human comprehension.



Oh, and while we're talking about fun characters we mustn't forget dear Ann Latimer.  Do not underestimate Ann Latimer.    It takes a great deal of wit and fortitude to communicate only by blinking, you know.  And the occasional nod.


Also Henry Lennox.  Poor Henry Lennox.  Doomed to be the character nobody likes simply by dint of being the guy nobody wants to marry.  He and Ann Latimer should get together.  He can teach her how to talk and she can teach him how to smile.


Rambling on, rambling on... let's see, what next?  Favorite scenes, perhaps?  I love the part where Margaret bumps into the Thorntons at the exhibition.  Tension, snobbery, Mr. Thornton getting the better of everyone, Henry being annoying and of course Fanny being hilarious. As usual.  "Ugh.  John is such a stick in the mud."





I usually get a bit annoyed when characters misunderstand each other in books and movies, but oddly enough I don't get irritated in N&S, even when John and Margaret are behaving so coldly toward each other after Frederick's mysterious visit.  Perhaps this is because I'm comparing the movie to the book (it's obsessive-compulsive, I can't help it!), and if it is, there's a good reason.  The misunderstandings and the tension and the Orczy-worthy mental anguish sloshing around in the book are wondrous to behold, and by the time Mr. Thornton finally finds out the truth about Margaret's brother, the poor reader is too exhausted to appreciate the fact.  It seems that everything that could happen to prevent Mr. Thornton from finding out Margaret's innocence of wrongdoing DOES happen in the book, and it's a nice change of pace when Nicholas just randomly springs the news about Frederick on him in the movie.  (Did that paragraph make any sense?)


And... here we are.  The ending scene.  Also known as the Northbound Train scene.   The scene that well may be the most famous period drama ending ever.  It's beautiful, it's romantic, it's a perfect finale to a splendid miniseries, and IT DRIVES ME INSANE THAT MR. THORNTON'S SHIRT IS UNBUTTONED.  The fact that they're kissing in public makes me want to pull my hair out too.  But the shirt collar is worse.  No, no, no, no and no.  A gentleman of Mr. Thornton's status and prestige wouldn't have been caught dead outside without his cravat, whether or not the love of his life was passing in another train.  It just wouldn't have happened, okay?  Ugh.

There, now I've had a good rant and temporarily quelled my desire to put a Post-it note on the TV screen over the offending collar the next time I see the movie.

Griping aside, it really is a lovely scene, and does justice to the scene in the book-- dare I say I even like it better?  But the whole thing would be so much nicer without Henry messing it all up.  If he didn't have to be there at the end, it would all be so much more romantical.  Oh, well, at least Margaret didn't follow through with her threat of needing Henry to help explain her business proposition.  If Henry had helped to explain, I think the story might have ended rather differently.

Don't you?

I give N&S four out of five stars.  It's not my favoritest of favorite period dramas, but I do truly like it. And after all, I can't help the fact that I don't appreciate it as much as some people do.  I suppose it is because I am not musical and have never read The Alhambra.

P.S. North and South is available for purchase on Amazon, in case that is news to anyone, and if you click on that there link just below to purchase it, Amazon sends me money in exchange for pointing you in their general direction. Just sayin'.

Monday, February 4, 2013

The Classics Club: North and South


Today, I have a confession to make.  A little one, yes, but a confession nonetheless.

I was hesitant--really, really hesitant--to join the Classics Club.

My sister went before me.  And though she's younger than me, in many ways I behave like the younger sister.  "If Anne-girl's going to do it, then I'm gonna do it too."  She put her name on the Classics Club membership roll, made a list of fifty or so titles, and started reading.  And since she did it, I took the plunge and did it too.  And then... I kinda-sorta started to regret my decision.

Don't get me wrong; I love classic literature.  Reading books is one of my passions.  It wasn't the reading that made me fidgety-- it was the reviewing.  Because I can't stand writing book reviews.  Being objective is practically impossible for me when I'm talking about a book I love, and trying to make the story sound interesting to others without spoiling it is... um.... not my strong point.  And so each and every book post I've written since joining the Club has been... well... difficult.

My dear Melody and I read North and South together during the month of November (okay, so I overlapped a wee bit into December... your point?) and though I thoroughly enjoyed it, all the time I kept thinking in the back of my mind, "I'm going to have to review this on my blog when I finish..."  Not liking the prospect, I put it off and put it off.

And then earlier this week I read a fantastic (yes, truly fantastic) post by Mabel, a fellow book blogger and Classics Clubber.  Her blog is private, so I won't link to it here, but if she's reading this I just want her to know that she made my week.  Because this fantastic post she wrote was all about writing one's thoughts about a book as opposed to writing an objective review, and how both approaches are perfectly acceptable.  
"For me," Mabel says, "expressing that beauty [of discovering people through literature] is the thing. Fumbling through it, journaling, shooting out half-baked ideas and questions about books. That’s so much more fulfilling to me than analysis, which absolutely contributes to the journey for me — but is by no means the soul of it. I know that analysis can allow us to see books from different perspectives. But the human factor, the emotion, the intuition, the visceral reaction, the journey! It’s vital. To dismiss it as unimportant to the literary conversation goes against everything I believe literature stands for.
Thank you, Mabel. That was completely what I needed to hear.  I've been trying all this time to write left-brained reviews for the Classics Club and pushing off my impressions of the books because they didn't sound focused enough to be truly good.  I mean, who wants to read my personal opinion on books?  If people are looking for a book review, they want to know the bare bones of the story (premise only, no spoilers) and how long it is and whether there are any boring parts.  Right?  Right??

Eh, maybe not.  Maybe not always.  After all, that's not the kind of review I look for.  I like to know what people think of books, what parts they liked best and which character they identified the most.  Why shouldn't I write reviews that fit that bill?

So today I bring you my thoughts and impressions of North and South.  If you haven't yet read the book and are looking for a good review to determine whether you want to read it or not, this isn't the post for you.  But if you, like me, have read N&S and enjoyed it, then please do stick around and add your two cents.

I think the most outstanding aspect of this N&S reread (and I'm using the word in the sense of "something that really stood out") was Margaret Hale's character.  I felt that I got to know her far, far better this time around than I did the first time, and certainly better than I would have if I had only seen the movie.  For though the movie's portrayal of her is excellent, there are certain wee Margaret-details that got lost in the translation from book to movie.  So little of Margaret's inner struggle during the Hales' uprooting (uprootment?) from Helstone is shown in the movie, yet the book deals with her feelings quite unflinchingly.   I felt myself identifying with Margaret so much more in the book than I ever could in the movie.

Take the hand-shaking scene, for another example.  Sure, in the movie there's a wee explanation after the fact about how Margaret wasn't accustomed to taking a gentleman's hand like that.  But it still rather looks as if she's just being haughty.  In the book, however, the real circumstances are made quite clear.  "It was the frank familiar custom of the place, but Margaret was not prepared for it.  She simply bowed her farewell; although the instant she saw the hand, half put out, quickly drawn back, she was sorry she had not been aware of the intention."

"Quiet strength" was the phrase that kept coming to mind when I read about Margaret.  And I think that very well may be the attribute I admire most in a heroine.  Elinor Dashwood comes to mind when I think of that phrase; so do Amy Dorrit, Esther Summerson, even Anne Shirley to a certain extent.  Because quiet doesn't necessarily mean silent.  Margaret, indeed, is pretty outspoken.  Yet she remains a lady no matter what: gracious, dependable, anything but a wimp or shrinking violet, yet feminine.  That's what a heroine ought to be.

Mr. Thornton, too, was more likable in the book-- NO NO STOP THROWING ROCKS.  I DO NOT MEAN THAT HE IS NOT LIKABLE IN THE MOVIE.  I only meant that I got to know him better in the book, that I understood where he was coming from, so to speak.  I liked how Mrs. Gaskell shows us things from his point of view now and again.  I tend to get annoyed with narrative in contemporary fiction that switches back and forth between the hero and the heroine, but in this case it didn't annoy me at all.  (Though I must say, things that annoy me in "modern books" almost never seem to annoy me when it comes to older books.  Either I'm a snob or they Just Don't Write the Way They Used To.  Take your choice.)  I think I may write a post entirely about Mr. Thornton sometime soon-- I seem to have a great deal to say about him, and not much space for it today.

Henry Lennox is also dealt with more gently in the book than in the movie.  I abhor his character in the movie.  One gets the feeling that if he really HAD helped Margaret to explain her business proposition, it might have been "explained" a wee bit differently and with, perhaps, some more violence than she had bargained for.  (Um. Sorry. Inside joke.)  In the book, he's a genuinely nice young man who is interested in Margaret because he likes her, not because... well, in the movie there really isn't any reason for him to like Margaret because their relationship is too rushed.  (Why is this post suddenly becoming a book-to-movie comparison?  Maybe because my entire life is made up of book-to-movie comparisons.  I need to find a new hobby.)  The Henry Lennox who appeared in my head when I read about him looks somewhat like Benedict Cumberbatch in a top hat, not a scowling koala with caterpillar sideburns.   I want the Henry Lennox of the book to have a happy ending with some other nice girl (not Margaret.  Obviously).  I want the Henry Lennox of the book to end up with Ann Latimer.  Evidently, something was lost in the translation from book to movie.

However, I do prefer Mrs. Thornton's characterization in the movie.  In the book, she's too stern, too unbending, too proud and prejudiced.  I have a grudging respect for her in the book, I suppose, but we see too little of her tender relationship with her son for me to truly like her the way I do in the movie.   In the movie you get the feeling that she will eventually love and accept Margaret for John's sake-- in the book, Margaret's last line does not exactly convey that idea.  "Hush, or I shall try and show you your mother's indignant tones as she says, 'That woman!'"

All in all, though, I have to return to my broken recording recurring theme-- the book is always better.  Always.

Just go read it.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Tale As Old As Time

Anne-girl and I are in the middle of watching North and South (2004) and though Anne-girl keeps reiterating, "This is Pride and Prejudice all over again," the story that keeps coming to my mind is Beauty and the Beast.  (N&S is amazing, by the way.  Highly, highly recommend it.  Review coming... eventually.  When I get around to it. :P)

Anyway, I kept mentally comparing Margaret and Mr. Thornton's relationship to that of Belle and the Beast in the Disney movie.  Stop giggling.  The theme song fits, it really does! See for yourself. (I searched on YouTube but couldn't find a good quality music video combining the song with clips from N&S, unfortunately.)

Tale as old as time, true as it can be
Barely even friends, then somebody bends
Unexpectedly.


Just a little change--small, to say the least.
Both a little scared, neither one prepared
Beauty and the Beast.


Ever just the same, ever a surprise
Ever as before, ever just as sure as the sun will rise
Tale as old as time, tune as old as song...



Bittersweet and strange, finding you can change
Learning you were wrong...


Certain as the sun, rising in the east
Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme...


Beauty


and the Beast
(um, apologies to all Mr. Thornton fans out there *ducks*)



Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the Beast.

Cue all those "awwwww"s...

Apologies again.  I really do like Mr. Thornton.  No, really! I do!  In fact, I was utterly thrilled when I found this video combining one of my favorite Beauty and the Beast songs with clips from N&S (unfortunately, however, it DOES contain That Scene in the mill at the beginning, so exercise caution).  Does the song fit perfectly or what?  (Don't say what.)



I know posting has been rather spotty lately and I haven't been putting up much of substance... life's been ridiculously busy, but things are slowing down this week (sort of ) and I hope to have a more interesting post up soon!