I’m so sick of the ridiculous formulas that brutalize contemporary story telling, particularly on screen. For example, the idiocy that inflicted insecurity on Aragorn in the Lord of the Rings and couldn’t resist inflating Arwen into a puerile ‘love interest’. I never understood it. The films did so wonderfully well with the battles and the conflicts but then poured sickly sticky stuff and execrable dialogue over the rest of it. (I may have to start a new category on this blog for ‘rants’!)
What set me off this morning? An article about Nancy Wake, the most decorated allied forces woman operative in the second world war. She is, or was, my kind of woman.
From today’s Independent:
Work began earlier this month on a feature film about Nancy Wake’s life. Ms Wake, one of the models for Sebastian Faulks’ fictional heroine, Charlotte Gray, had mixed feelings about previous cinematic efforts to portray her wartime exploits, including a TV mini-series made in 1987.
“It was well-acted but in parts it was extremely stupid,” she said. “At one stage they had me cooking eggs and bacon to feed the men. For goodness’ sake, did the Allies parachute me into France to fry eggs and bacon for the men? There wasn’t an egg to be had for love nor money. Even if there had been why would I be frying it? I had men to do that sort of thing.”
Ms Wake was also furious the TV series suggested she had had a love affair with one of her fellow fighters. She was too busy killing Nazis for amorous entanglements, she said.