So I borrowed this movie, and never have been I been more grateful to the public library system for saving me money.
I'm not an Objectivist, but I do like some aspects of Atlas Shrugged. That being said, even without seeing the trailers, I was apprehensive about that cinderblock of a novel being made into a film. IMO, to do this successfully, the screenplay would have to be very different from the novel. There's simply no way to compress everything from that into a few hours, and trying to make it a montage of Ayn's GreatestHits Lines doesn't work either.
Plus, as the film shows, the heavy emphasis on the Fair Share Law and Directive 10-289 just doesn't work. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start with the positives:
1. When the train breaks down and Kip Chalmers demands that it be fixed, the engineer tells him the engine just weighs 500,000 pounds, so if Kip lifts one end up, the engineer will crawl underneath and have it repaired in a jiffy. At least that made me smile.
2. I like the way the control room becomes aware of the problems that follow and lead up to the rail disaster. This is probably the only benefit of setting the film in 2020 rather than 1950; a huge computer screen lights up with a map and red flashing "Collision Alert" signs.
So, what didn't work?
The entire cast. With one exception, they all looked old, as though they'd been preternaturally aged just by appearing in this film. Rather than being polished or vital, Dagny is exhausted, with hollows around her eyes and lines on her face. She's more like John Galt's aunt than his love interest. Hank Rearden has the hoarsest voice I've ever heard; he sounds as though he personally smoked every cigarette Rand ever wrote about.
Francisco is the worst, though. Far from being cool and cultured, he oozes around Dagny when they meet at the wedding reception. He doesn't even come off like an actor trying to play a brilliant, intense aristocrat. He's more like a bum in a leather jacket trying to play an actor.
James Taggart is about fifteen years older than his sister, making him near-ancient, yet for some reason Cherryl Brooks looks like a college freshman. It's great that she escaped the aging curse, but the way she bounces on the balls of her feet when exchanging inanities with James ("You're my hero!") would make their romance disturbing if it wasn't so rushed.
And then there's Eddie. Yes, I'm saving the worst for last. Why, why, WHY is Eddie always played by a black actor? In the book, when I read that Eddie's grandfather and father had worked for the Taggarts just as he worked for James and Dagny, it seemed like a family tradition of loyalty. In the films, since Eddie is the only non-white person, it comes off more like indentured servitude. I would much rather have Rand's totally whitebread world than cringe each time I see Eddie.
Especially since the poor guy has literally nothing to do. He's just there so Dagny has someone to talk to about the plot.
Ah yes, the plot. Just like in the first film, they tried to cram everything in: the politics, the romance, the adultery, the philosophizing, etc. And guess what? It worked about as well. In fact, even though I'd read the book, where I found Rearden a sympathetic character despite his cheating on his wife, I couldn't stand the way he behaved here.
Plus, there was no indication of why he cared about Dagny, and the part where he's blackmailed with her reputation at stake is handled particularly badly. In the book, he's shown copies of hotel bills and receipts for the gifts he gave her. I enjoyed the gifts, so naturally they're not in the film. Instead, he's blackmailed with photos of the two of them kissing passionately in public, which made them both look like idiots.
Not that there was any time to develop their characters much further. The film races from the magical motor to the Fair Share Law to the tunnel disaster and Dagny's plane chase into Galt's Gulch. And yet, at two hours, it seemed interminable. I skipped through a couple of Francisco's speeches, because I couldn't stand him (and I liked those speeches in the book) and I just wanted the film to be over.
I'll borrow the third film from the library too, eventually, but the only reason I'll be watching is out of a morbid curiosity as to how much worse it could get.
I'm not an Objectivist, but I do like some aspects of Atlas Shrugged. That being said, even without seeing the trailers, I was apprehensive about that cinderblock of a novel being made into a film. IMO, to do this successfully, the screenplay would have to be very different from the novel. There's simply no way to compress everything from that into a few hours, and trying to make it a montage of Ayn's Greatest
Plus, as the film shows, the heavy emphasis on the Fair Share Law and Directive 10-289 just doesn't work. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start with the positives:
1. When the train breaks down and Kip Chalmers demands that it be fixed, the engineer tells him the engine just weighs 500,000 pounds, so if Kip lifts one end up, the engineer will crawl underneath and have it repaired in a jiffy. At least that made me smile.
2. I like the way the control room becomes aware of the problems that follow and lead up to the rail disaster. This is probably the only benefit of setting the film in 2020 rather than 1950; a huge computer screen lights up with a map and red flashing "Collision Alert" signs.
So, what didn't work?
The entire cast. With one exception, they all looked old, as though they'd been preternaturally aged just by appearing in this film. Rather than being polished or vital, Dagny is exhausted, with hollows around her eyes and lines on her face. She's more like John Galt's aunt than his love interest. Hank Rearden has the hoarsest voice I've ever heard; he sounds as though he personally smoked every cigarette Rand ever wrote about.
Francisco is the worst, though. Far from being cool and cultured, he oozes around Dagny when they meet at the wedding reception. He doesn't even come off like an actor trying to play a brilliant, intense aristocrat. He's more like a bum in a leather jacket trying to play an actor.
James Taggart is about fifteen years older than his sister, making him near-ancient, yet for some reason Cherryl Brooks looks like a college freshman. It's great that she escaped the aging curse, but the way she bounces on the balls of her feet when exchanging inanities with James ("You're my hero!") would make their romance disturbing if it wasn't so rushed.
And then there's Eddie. Yes, I'm saving the worst for last. Why, why, WHY is Eddie always played by a black actor? In the book, when I read that Eddie's grandfather and father had worked for the Taggarts just as he worked for James and Dagny, it seemed like a family tradition of loyalty. In the films, since Eddie is the only non-white person, it comes off more like indentured servitude. I would much rather have Rand's totally whitebread world than cringe each time I see Eddie.
Especially since the poor guy has literally nothing to do. He's just there so Dagny has someone to talk to about the plot.
Ah yes, the plot. Just like in the first film, they tried to cram everything in: the politics, the romance, the adultery, the philosophizing, etc. And guess what? It worked about as well. In fact, even though I'd read the book, where I found Rearden a sympathetic character despite his cheating on his wife, I couldn't stand the way he behaved here.
Plus, there was no indication of why he cared about Dagny, and the part where he's blackmailed with her reputation at stake is handled particularly badly. In the book, he's shown copies of hotel bills and receipts for the gifts he gave her. I enjoyed the gifts, so naturally they're not in the film. Instead, he's blackmailed with photos of the two of them kissing passionately in public, which made them both look like idiots.
Not that there was any time to develop their characters much further. The film races from the magical motor to the Fair Share Law to the tunnel disaster and Dagny's plane chase into Galt's Gulch. And yet, at two hours, it seemed interminable. I skipped through a couple of Francisco's speeches, because I couldn't stand him (and I liked those speeches in the book) and I just wanted the film to be over.
I'll borrow the third film from the library too, eventually, but the only reason I'll be watching is out of a morbid curiosity as to how much worse it could get.
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