Once upon a time there was a very naughty young girl who performed such an unspeakable act it very nearly kills me to mention the deed. Nonetheless, it must be avowed. This naughty young girl watched a movie before reading the book, and as everyone knows, that is the most damnable sin of all. The name of the girl shan't be mentioned here and now. Although I dare say her name has been mentioned a good deal before on this blog...but never mind that.
The movie delighted the girl, yet inflicted upon her an incurable sense of confusion. "I must read this book," the girl said to herself, and she had every intent upon doing so. The book was bought. The book was looked at, and coddled over. The book was smiled upon. The book was placed on a bookshelf, to be gazed upon even more so. The book gathered dust. The book became bitter. The book mocked her. The book became a cynical reminder of neglected promises to self.
Three years later...three long years filled with the consumption of frivolous novels...the girl thought to herself, "I think it is high time I became smarter." She thought about the ways one might be transformed into a worldly wise individual. She looked at the book. The book looked at her. She picked up the book, and she read...
Upon doing so, this girl discovered that the book bore a striking resemblance to a television series she was currently watching on Netflix. Names like Newland Archer made her think of the weak and cowardly Nate Archibald, and she soon realized...
That clever author captured the satiric tone of Wharton's masterpiece and brought it to life in the form of the selfish, spoiled, rotten, evil, self absorbed, foolish, careless, etc... characters that we devoted viewers grew to know and love.
And finally I understood.
I bought the movie last week, and what was once the most bewildering film I've ever watched became one of the greatest, and by god, my absolute favorite. It was quite an unforgettable experience, my friends.
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