This movie came out the year I was born, but I didn’t see it until yesterday. It’s one of the big disaster movies which were popular in the 70s, and I’m now realizing that I don’t think I’ve seen any of the others either, though I did see the Airplane! parodies. Now I'm tempted to look some of them up. The Towering Inferno was the other really big one, right? It's about a flaming skyscraper?

I said all I wanted from the movie was Belle Rosen being awesome and lots of upside down-ness. It really delivered on Belle Rosen, but only somewhat delivered on the upside down aspects.

There was plenty of suspenseful, harrowing travel through difficult areas, but it didn’t hit on the upside down aspect as much as I’d hoped. I did really enjoy the flipping over sequence, and the bit afterward where Susan is trapped on an upside down table bolted to the ceiling. But I was really looking forward to seeing the grand sweeping staircase Gallico describes being upside down, but it’s not in the movie at all. I also was hoping we’d get a really good sense of what areas looked like right side up before we saw them upside down, but, again, the spatial elements were a bit lacking.

Some of the really spectacular action set-pieces in the book were very toned-down for the movie, in particular the staircase-climbing sequences and one where they climb a sort of tower of engine parts, girders, etc. I’m not sure if this was because they would have been practically difficult, too expensive, or just seemed too out-there.

Belle Rosen was great. Shelley Winters played her as a type of Jewish grandma we all know – sweet, funny, a bit up in your business — who at first seems like the comic relief, but turns out to be heroic and saves the day. That was very satisfying. Her dialogue was also 100% better.

I enjoyed the movie a lot. It’s definitely of its time, but I like accidental period pieces. I could have done with less bombastic yelling, especially when the two biggest bombastic yelling culprits, sexy young Gene Hackman (the Reverend and leader) and Ernest Borgnine (the argumentative cop) bombastically yell at each other. But the story was engaging and a lot of the action sequences were really tense.

The movie was more humane than the book, with far more likable characters. The book has two cheating husbands, a rape, domestic violence, the Reverend lying to a woman that he was going to marry her to get up her skirt, and a woman who’s madly in love with an alcoholic guy who leads her on when the only thing he enjoys about her is that she can hold a lot of booze. None of this is in the movie. While the cop’s wife is still a former prostitute, we know this from the get-go rather than it being a shock twist at the end. She’s also pretty likable in a brassy/bitchy way, rather than a vicious, racist, anti-Semitic harridan who’s mean to everyone. In the movie, her husband loves her and supports her. In the book, he beats her up. I see all these movie changes as huge improvements.

There was also a bit which was very sensibly cut from the book, which was that in the book pretty much everyone on the ship believes that the intense asshole cop must have gone on the cruise in order to investigate someone onboard, because it's totally impossible for a cop to go on vacation or have a personal life.

In the movie, nobody has sex while climbing for their lives against a ticking clock. In the book, this happens three times if you count the rape. This means that the movie did not have the extraordinary scene in which two characters foraging for food discover a gigantic pile of pastries and packaged cookies, push enough of them aside to make a space where they can lie down, and pluck pastries from the teetering mounds surrounding them before having sex there. I kind of wish that had been immortalized in Technicolor because it would have been a contender for the campiest scene ever filmed.

There were some other interesting differences which I’ll cut as they’re very spoilery for both movie and book, in case anyone has not yet been spoiled/still cares.

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The Poseidon Adventure on instant video.

You may perhaps have noticed that I enjoy reading trashy dated novels. No apologies.

I spotted this... somewhere... and having never seen the movie but having enjoyed some of Gallico's other books, I grabbed it and finally got around to reading it. Gallico has a compulsively readable quality for me that many better authors lack, and this book had that in spades. It also satisfied my need for a motley party of people surviving (or not) an unusual and vivid deadly catastrophe. And it even had a heroic Jewish woman, which I was not expecting and enjoyed despite the way she was written, which was... okay so I mentioned that this was dated and trashy.

The Poseidon, a luxury cruise ship whose captain has an unfortunate habit of cutting corners on safety, is sailing through a seasick-making storm when an underwater earthquake flips it over. The handful of passengers who aren't seasick and so are having lunch rather than in their cabins must ascend through the upside down ship, up upside down staircases and other obstacles, to reach the hull in the hope that any rescuers will be able to get to them before the ship sinks.

When I was a child, I used to lie on my back on the floor, looking up at the ceiling and imagining exploring the place I was in if it turned upside down. I used to imagine it if everything miraculously stuck to where it was, rather than behaving the way it really would if gravity still worked. The Poseidon Adventure is about how it would work if gravity did still work, but was nonetheless very satisfying to the part of me that still wants to explore an upside down world.

What makes it trashy: Oh, man, where do I even start? The book was published in 1969, and it feels regressive even for then. Every stereotype and offensive word possible flies thick and fast, there's a ton of "We made a two-second effort to convince these people to come with us and they stared at us while obviously still in shock, guess we'll just leave them to die then," a rape followed by the raped girl hoping she got pregnant (this kind of makes sense in context BUT STILL), screaming harridans, cheatin' husbands, sex in the middle of a giant pile of pastries, and an extremely strange minister who views God as a football coach - that's not my joke, that is totally literal.

But let me talk about Belle Rosen, my favorite character. Belle is a hugely fat old Jewish woman, terribly out of shape and not up to the rigors of the journey, who makes multiple attempts to just sit down and die in peace. She's married to Manny Rosen (also old and fat), and they own a deli and have kids and grandkids that she grumps about. She's often referred to as "the fat Jewess," mostly by a very unsympathetic character but also by some others, and much is made of how she's fat, fat, FAT.

She also has the only truly happy, honest, and loving relationship in the entire book. She and her husband are still madly in love and very tender with each other. While everyone else is being nonstop horrible to each other and wasting precious time arguing, being mean, getting into battles of the egos, etc, she is consistently nice, supportive, and sensible. She points out that all this bickering is a waste of time and everyone should just suck it up and cooperate, and then she puts her money where her mouth is.

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Content notes: Child death, rape, wildly offensive in every possible way.

I have never seen the movie; should I hunt it down? Does it do a good job with the upside-down staircases and Belle Rosen, which would be my main reasons for watching?

ETA: There's three movies! There's the 1972 movie, which is the one I'd heard of, starring Gene Hackman as Reverend God Is My Football Coach, Ernst Borgnine as the asshole cop, Leslie Nielsen as the captain and apparent inspiration for the Airplane! movies, and Shelley Winters as Belle Rosen. There's Poseidon, a 2006 film directed by Wolfgang Peterson, which has Andre Braugher in it but I can't tell how big a role he has as the characters all have different names. And there's a 2005 TV movie which has Rutger Hauer, but I again can't tell in how big a role as the characters are changed (and the captain is named Paul Gallico!) Anyone seen any of these?

Please no comments along the lines of "I am a superior person who only reads actual good literature, unlike you." It's the judginess that annoys me. "Haha, that sounds hilaribad" is fine.

The Poseidon Adventure

Enjoy three covers in decreasing order of classiness.





I abandon all hope of writing long reviews of any of the books I've read recently, except maybe Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell.

Soul Kitchen, by Poppy Z. Brite.

A gripping installment of her series about Rickey and G-Man, New Orleans chefs and soulmates. Rickey injures his back, suffers chronic pain, and ends up hooked on Vicodin thanks to a doctor involved in some shady dealings; he also hires a chef who was unjustly imprisoned for murder for ten years, and ends up under the thumb of the man who actually committed the crime. For once, the crime element is integrated into rest of the plot rather than an add-on, and is also integral to the themes of racism and corruption in New Orleans. The writing is excellent, but I felt that the ending was overly cheerful considering how badly some of the characters other than Rickey and G-Man ended up.

Campus Sexpot, by David Carkeet.

A memoir about how a high school teacher in his home town wrote a steamy pulp novel based on actual town characters, then fled to Mexico, and how the locals reacted. This starts out well, with hilarious excerpts from the novel, but gradually loses steam. At the end it becomes a portrait of the author's father, which has absolutely nothing to do with anything that's been set up earlier. About the fiftieth memoir I've read which would have made an excellent long essay. Also, I am very curious as to how he got permission to do such extensive excerpts from the pulp novel, which is not listed where one normally lists permissions. Unless maybe the whole thing is fiction? But if so, you'd think he'd have made it more dramatic.

Scruffy, by Paul Gallico

Gallico used to be quite popular and is now pretty much forgotten. He wrote The Poseidon Adventure, but I think his best writing was in his portraits of animals: the cat who gets amnesia and believes she's a goddess in Thomasina, the street-smart and compassionate Jennie in The Abandoned, and the clever, vicious, utterly unredeemable eponymous Barbary ape of Scruffy, whose keepers love him precisely because he's so aggressively unlovable.

Scruffy is based on the legend that the British would be kicked off Gibraltar if its colony of imported macaques ever died out. It's set in WWII, when the apes are indeed dying out, and this is seized upon by Nazi propagandists. A crew of hapless officers must find a mate for Scruffy, the nastiest and ugliest ape ever to (literally) bite the hands that feed him. Dated, somewhat sexist, and colonialist, yet quite funny if you can get past that: re-reading revealed that it was not only a lack of mature judgement that made me like it when I was eleven.
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