Come to think of it, Les Liaisons Dangereuses is one of my favourite books of all time. I read it in high school as part of the literature program, while the teacher told us all about 18th century libertinage. Oh to be young and depraved (only in thoughts).
She advised us, once we were done with the book, to watch the Stephen Frears adaptation solely, because the Forman one was no good. I obliged. I had spent a couple of weeks on the book, a couple of hours on the Frears’ one and at the time I didn’t have it in me to add another couple of hours to the mix. I would have grown bored of the book.
I never read Les Liaisons Dangereuses again. High school isn’t that far away, anyway. But it always pops up in my mind somehow and for a few weeks now, I’ve been thinking of revisiting it and move past my teacher’s judgement.
I think it was pretty good. Maybe I should revisit the Frears one soon to be fully definite, but not right now. Both films had very different vibes. The Frears being way more theatrical and this one felt more like a sort of hommage to movies like Barry Lyndon and such.
Annette Bening’s acting is always pretty fucking compelling to me. It’s like she can do no wrong in my eyes. She added another kind of depth to Merteuil to the one Glenn Close also so wonderfully portrayed. Annette brings this sort of misguiding nurturing energy, and you know that she’ll somehow fuck you over, but you can’t wait to see how she’ll manage to do it, so you don’t really mind.
It was unsettling to see Colin Firth smile this wide and this often, and he was really charming for this role, but John Malkovich takes the cake on this one… sorry. I still appreciate everything Colin Firth did here though.
Come to think of it, Les Liaisons Dangereuses is one of my favourite books of all time. I read it in high school as part of the literature program, while the teacher told us all about 18th century libertinage. Oh to be young and depraved (only in thoughts).
She advised us, once we were done with the book, to watch the Stephen Frears adaptation solely, because the Forman one was no good. I obliged. I had spent a couple of weeks on the book, a couple of hours on the Frears’ one and at the time I didn’t have it in me to add another couple of hours to the mix. I would have grown bored of the book.
I never read Les Liaisons Dangereuses again. High school isn’t that far away, anyway. But it always pops up in my mind somehow and for a few weeks now, I’ve been thinking of revisiting it and move past my teacher’s judgement.
I think it was pretty good. Maybe I should revisit the Frears one soon to be fully definite, but not right now. Both films had very different vibes. The Frears being way more theatrical and this one felt more like a sort of hommage to movies like Barry Lyndon and such.
Annette Bening’s acting is always pretty fucking compelling to me. It’s like she can do no wrong in my eyes. She added another kind of depth to Merteuil to the one Glenn Close also so wonderfully portrayed. Annette brings this sort of misguiding nurturing energy, and you know that she’ll somehow fuck you over, but you can’t wait to see how she’ll manage to do it, so you don’t really mind.
It was unsettling to see Colin Firth smile this wide and this often, and he was really charming for this role, but John Malkovich takes the cake on this one… sorry. I still appreciate everything Colin Firth did here though.
