Review by Dragan Antulov
1 star out of 4
Sometimes even bad films can have few redeeming qualities. The
author of this review experienced at least one in the case of THE
SCARLET LETTER, 1995 period melodrama directed by Roland Joffe,
based on classic novel by Nathaniel Hawthorne. Trying to find the
reasons why the film was so bad, I decided to read the novel and I
was rewarded for my endeavour with remarkable piece of literature.
After that I couldn't fail to notice that the script by Douglas Day
Stewart gives new meaning to the phrase "free adaptation". Plot, that
strikes very little resemblance to Hawthorne's text, starts in Boston
1666. Hester Prynne (played by Demi Moore), free-thinking English
woman comes there in order to prepare home for husband Roger
(played by Robert Duvall), who should accompany her later. Free-
spirited and strong-willed Hester soon comes at odds with her
Puritan neighbours and joins group of colony's outcasts led by
cynical Harriet Hibbons (played by Joan Plowright). In the meantime
she becomes attracted to Arthur Dimmesdale (played by Gary
Oldman), charismatic young priest who preaches peaceful
coexistence with Indians. After hearing news about Roger's capture
and subsequent death at the hands of Indians two of them start a love
affair. When Hester bears child, she is punished by Puritan
community and forced to wear dress with letter "A" in public, thus
being branded as adulteress. When her apparently alive husband
returns from captivity, he takes different identity and begins to plot
the revenge against lovers.
Complexity and richness of the original novel is here replaced with
cheap melodrama and black-and-white characterisation that has little
to do with Hawthorne's text. Hester becomes ultra-radical feminist,
Dimmersdale is noble idealist, while cuckolded Mr. Prynne turns into
sadistic killer that could fit better into horror movies. 1990s
"politically correct" makeover wasn't enough for filmmakers so they
made few more additions, including skinny-dipping, female
masturbation, witch hunts and deus ex machina ending in the form
of spectacular Indian attack on evil white men. Even if people aren't
familiar with the novel, all this looks false, mostly due to Demi
Moore's tragic lack of ability to realistically portray character of
Hester Prynne. Gary Oldman is somewhat better his efforts are vain,
just great care about period details and spectacular reconstruction of
17th Century New England. The movie is simply too Hollywoodised
version of history that never allows viewers to suspend their disbelief
(and John Barry using Catholic-sounding motives in musical score set
in Protestant town don't help either).
When confronted by press about movies' faithfulness to literary
source, Demi Moore said that it didn't matter because not many
people have read the book. If the filmmakers thought about this little
more, the movie wouldn't suffer the same fate.
Copyright © 2003 Dragan Antulov
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