Tuesday 24 January 2012

Gulliver's Travels (well, the original title is longer, but I couldn't be bothered).

When I was a little girl, I read Gulliver. A version that was adapted for kids, of course. It was in Spanish, it rhymed and the best parts were actually the drawings. Later I read the book in Spanish, I saw the 90s mini-series and finally I read it in English; merely because I still didn’t know what to do with the ending (it still bugs me).  
 The first two episodes are the ones that get adapted the most, and that is not only because they can easily be bowdlerised into a children’s book, but because they are the best written parts and also the most easily understandable for a modern reader.  
Even though I didn’t know anything about 18th century British politics, I understood Swift was parodying petty political and religious differences. For example, when the Lilliputians fight against their neighbours because they have a disagreement over which end to open a boiled egg, I understood he was talking about Protestants and Catholics, though I didn’t know the details of the real conflict, and I enjoyed the story too; it was satirical but not so satirical as to distract me. I even liked Gulliver at that stage, even though he wasn't showing any emotions. 
Obviously, there are more correlations to the political situation of Swift’s time: Gulliver’s pacifism (what I most liked about him) is actually the reflection of the Tory government’s withdrawal from the Spanish Succession War and thus Swift defends his political ideals. Again it’s good for the story as well. 
Brobdingnag is a bit less memorable, but still enjoyable. In it, Gulliver and the European society are judged by that country’s standards, and since is a bit of a Marysuetopia, both are seen as “pernicious” and unnecessarily aggressive. Again, political satire that is comprehensible without ‘invading’ the plot and Gulliver develops as a character and becomes more thoughtful and mature. 
Also, for the moment the anti-feminism of the book is not too jarring (though I doubt if a book that was written before the feminist movement can be called anti-feminist; I think that misogynist or just misanthropic are better). There are a couple of female characters that are interesting, though undeveloped: the queen of Brobdingnag and Gulliver's nurse. Gulliver worships the queen (just imagining her 'graciously' letting Gulliver kiss her pinky was a very funny image when I first read the book) and adores her nurse (who even gets a name!), but he's merely considered an amusing toy by both. Also from that part of the book: 'I must confess no object ever disgusted me as the sight of her monstrous breast’. Well, I suppose it makes sense in context.


In the last two parts, Swift turns the satire to eleven. The third part is a bit funny sometimes, but most of the time I was thinking ‘but I like the scientists’. Or at least, I couldn’t see what was so wrong with them. There were no poor people suffering because they were all dedicated to interesting but useless experiments, though their wives were unable to be faithful to their silly husbands (and of course, of participating in the experiments). I know now that Swift was parodying the Enlightenment, which he loathed. Pity we normally agree is a good thing. No, actually it’s not a very good parody. What I mean is that, though Gulliver’s attitude toward the Laputians is very unsympathetic, most readers now won’t agree. Now the satire is completely lost, then.  
In the fourth part, the anti-colonist message, which has been implied in the other parts, is fully developed. The Houyhnhnms are super intelligent horses that have enslaved the yahoos, a race of primitive humans. The Houyhnhnms exploit the yahoos, and later decide to exterminate them, and rationalise both the exploitation and the extermination, using a very similar language to the imperialistic one. In fact, the yahoos are clearly established as ‘untouchable’ evil and as the ‘other’, as a matter of fact the word means “evil”. They finally decide to sterilise all of them, as Gulliver suggests (thank you, idiot. Oh, well by this point he is very unlikable). As you can see, Gulliver has completely fallen for the horses’ way, as opposed to Lilliput (too similar to the real England, I suppose) and Laputa (nice bilingual pun there). He ends up mad as a result, not knowing what he is and convinced that all humans are Yahoos and the horses’ way is the one true path. 
Some have commented that that happens when someone comes in contact with an imperialistic society, they try to identify themselves with the ruling class, no matter that they don’t belong to it, and can lose their identities in the process. Maybe that happened to Swift when he was first living in England, but later changed his attitude and decided to parody this behaviour. I don’t know, maybe it happened to Anglo-Irish like him. Therefore, I think that it is an excellent satire, but the novel’s aspects of the book suffer at the end. Or at least when I read it I thought it was too bitter a message, though maybe it was necessary. So at the end, Gulliver is back home, but can’t stand his family and past friends and only talk to the silent horses.  

Sunday 1 January 2012

Frankenstein, the 90’s movie.

Apart from the family and friends reunions, I’ve been relaxing on my own. I watched a movie I‘ve wanted to see for a long time, and finished a book in five days, something I haven’t been able to do since summer.
First, the movie I watched was Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, though you better don’t think about the novel while watching it. The movie tries to be what Coppola’s Dracula was: a visually appealing film with a romantic story and a classical monster as its core, but utterly fails at it.
Actually a vanity project by its director, Kenneth Branagh, it shows. He casts himself as the young Victor Frankenstein, a young medicine student who immaturely decides to ‘conquer death’. I’ve mentioned his youth so often because Branagh seems to be too old to cast himself as Victor, a character whom he turns into an all-perfect, Marty Stu, bombastic hero, and just like that we’ve lost our protagonist. I, at least, couldn’t take him seriously, and his life is always serious: his mother dies, has a romance with his sister, searches for the secret of life and creates a monster. Without a moment of calm, in all that rush, I hardly know him and the beginning of the movie is boring when it’s not inadequately hilarious.
But there is actual comic relief of course, and the actor is fine, but the jokes are old and the friendship between him and Victor is showed in such a rush it’s like he’s never really there. In fact, he disappears from the movie in the last half hour, shouting a big NO in a house that few minutes later the monster burns (should we assume the worst?). But don’t worry; there are some emotions in the movie, some genuinely creepy emotions, too. Victor has an adopted sister, portrayed by Branagh’s real girlfriend, and though Helena Bonham Carter does all in her power, is still unpleasant to watch her snogging with Victor. Probably, it they wouldn’t mention constantly that they ‘used to’ be adoptive siblings and that they would love each other anyway. Seriously, they make a very big deal of their romance, though it becomes an important conflict at the end.    
The Monster, played by Robert de Niro, is barely in the picture. Which is a pity, because it could have saved the film. De Niro is wonderful, you can clearly see the effort, he could have changed the perception of the monster if given more time and better antagonists. But at the end, he falls for the hammy performance of Branagh in the too dramatic final scene.
If I watch this movie again, it will be with friends and for the laugh. I have even prepared a drinking game:

-        Take a shot every time Victor and his “sister” make out and an extra shot if they have recently discussed their sibling status.
-         Every time Victor does his laboratory job shirtless.
-         Every time someone shouts a big NO. every fucking character does.
-       Finally, take a shot for every scene Robert de Niro appears and almost redeems the film. Believe me, there aren’t many.