More based than I remember
As far as capturing the spirit of Jane Austen’s novel, Northanger Abbey is superb: the critique of extravagant Gothic novels and the consequential bloated imagination on the part of the reader is still present, and the characters are perfectly encapsulated in both actor and performance. The dream scenes also go a long way to add a creative flair and give some additional depth to the adaptation.
The only flaws lie in the film’s loyalty to the audience-pampering tendencies of filmmaking.…
“Grace? Grace passed away thirty years ago.”
“No, they want you to say grace!”
*shakes head, evident confusion*
“Like the blessing!”
*nods head and gets in prayer formation, everyone follows suit, soon each person at the table has fingers intertwined, heads bowed, ready for the aforementioned grace*
*a few seconds pass*
“I pledge allegiance...to the flag...”
I...I can’t speak. My mouth has hit the floor. Forget extrapolating the emotional boundaries set or burst past in Kaufman and other atuer’s unique works (peep Nolan’s Tenet, the other mindfudge I’ve endured recently); I’m Thinking of Ending Things went, in ten minutes of exterior examination, from a Lighthouse-esque experience of puzzling grandeur to a story of depression and agonizing subtleties that has me in emotional shambles.
It’s perilously difficult to elaborate more on this without going in-depth, but I’ll just say I’m awed. And if you’ve seen it, watch this video to further understand my shattered heart.