pitch meetings, drafts, auditions, table reads, shooting, editing. the amount of deliberate creative decisions white people like eliza scanlen make without realising how racist they are is insane. shame to see this kind of disconnection rewarded.
the earlier cut was half a star better but this film remains an absolute delight! you can't expect one of the longest novels in the world to translate perfectly into a 2 hour movie. instead we have this much more preferable distillation of brightness and colour I've never been capable of getting from dickens. the meaning in certain arcs was lost but why ignore the joy replacing it? memories converging onto the same stage. nostalgia and reality crashing into each…