Because of the love of Penelope Fitzgerald's original novel, the Shanghai Film Festival is very persistent in seeking tickets for this film. Looking at it as a whole, I am a little disappointed. This disappointment does not come from the movie itself. As far as the movie itself is concerned, it is a pretty good movie. The disappointment comes from deviation. This departure may stem from the strong egos of both female creators, Penelope Fitzgerald having her own writing style and Isabelle Cossett her own cinematic style.
My liking for Penelope Fitzgerald's style makes me disappointed with the film's departure. I vaguely remember that Penelope Fitzgerald ended his academy career and started writing novels when he was about sixty years old. He was also British, and his style of writing was temperate and timeless. In the end, it is inevitable that I am limited by the tediousness, so I like his style of writing, probably because I know that I, as a reader, can't reach this kind of concise path at all.
Isabelle Cossett is also concise in the narrative of the film, but compared to the novel, it will appear very Victorian, but the novel tells a story of Jane Eyre or Austen. In the novel, the paranoid middle-aged woman who wants to open a bookstore does not have Emily Mortimer's beautiful ankles, nor a good-looking sweater and cardigan that matches perfectly with a tube skirt, and there are no men who are obviously involved in love, and none of them are romantic in the bookstore. The lover husband she met, she didn't even understand books.
When such a woman put a new book on the shelves, because she saw that a good book was written on the title page is the blood of a master's spirit condensed, and out of common sense about "soul" and "blood", she attributed it to Books in the category of Religion and Family Medicine. However, in the actual operation of a bookstore, she is an old farmer's intensive cultivation to maintain it, and she is calm to face the fact that the output of this intensive cultivation may not be so good. This woman, who probably can't read "Lolita" at all, will not realize the atmosphere caused by "Lolita" being put on the shelves in a small town.
For a long time, the disappointment of the transformation of literary works into film and television works has come from this: the pictures and images are always filtered, and they are unwilling to face the cruelty in the text: it really is not a beautiful woman driving in a small town The story of who owns a bookstore and then the whole world becomes an enemy of it can make someone take their own place in personality, that is just the paranoia of an ordinary or even ordinary woman. And ordinary paranoia is more moving than beautiful paranoia, and I can feel that there is something called resilience similar to life. It is not only beauty that can persist, and persistence may not always be beautiful. Maybe it doesn't matter at all.
Opening a bookstore is really not a great thing. It must be talked about by idealism. If you have to talk about it, maybe it is just the performative nature of books and knowledge to a certain extent. Whenever I see those idealistic sustenances about bookstores, I think of such a mediocre woman and her paranoia.
View more about The Bookshop reviews
