I Survived "Love in the Time of Cholera"Part of: Gossip , Hollywood , Literati
[Breakfast: 2 Morning Star sausage links, multigrain toast with whipped butter and starfruit orange marmalade.]
I really don’t like writing about crap film screenings. But now that Oprah has chosen the book that this crap film was based on as one of her book club selections and has mentioned that the film will be in theatres Nov. 16, I feel I have a responsibility to save you from spending your hard earned money on a film that might ruin a classic book for you. A few months ago I saw a screening that was so bad and such a complete bastardization of the original novel that I felt like weeping and was so distraught that I was in a bad mood for the rest of the week. I have to admit that I even left the screening about 40 minutes early (the film is like three hours long) and the screening consisted of maybe 15 people. I was sick, so I had a real excuse, but you know how I feel about walking out of screenings where there are people in attendance that had something to do with the film. I guess I should also admit that the screening I saw wasn’t the final version of the film-I was told that the soundtrack and color correction of the makeup were still in progress.
What really blew me away was that the director of Love in the Time of Cholera, Mike Newell, was the same director of one of my favorite films, Enchanted April (also based on a book and a period piece). The performances were not what they should have been, the casting was off, the makeup had serious issues (not good considering that the characters age significantly) and the story was long and boring. Even though the movie was long, it had one fatal flaw: It rushed the actual falling in love part of the story. That’s when I knew for sure that the film was a disaster and that one of the greatest writers of all time, Gabriel Garcia Marquez,
was turning in his grave probably going to have a heart attack. The movie also didn’t feel like a period piece-- I have no idea how they fucked that up.
If you are like me and can’t stand seeing one of your favorite books butchered, then don’t see this film. Spend your money on a worthy film like Into The Wild.