Friday, 6 November 2009
Zemeckis, Christmas Carol (2009)
I can't help but feel that I have a particularly close relationship to Dickens's Christmas Carol. I have, like millions of people, read it many times; and like millions of people I love it. Like many more (not millions, perhaps, but many) I have studied it, and like a slightly more select group, I have taught it and written criticism about it. Less typically, I have even rewritten it. Now I'm not saying that this gives me anything after the manner of proprietorial interest in the title. But I feel I have the same right as any fan to say that the last thing I want to see -- really -- is a film version containing a scene in which Jim Carrey's plasticated Scrooge simultaneously humps and fellates a gigantic chess-pawn with an expression of blissed out ecstasy upon his face.