Word: novelization
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...course ofhis evolution, has arrived--regrettably, ifJoad is any evidence--at a point where hebelieves the messages in songs need not beconveyed through music. And so the intermixing ofother forms of media--since the late '70s,Springsteen says, his inspiration has come notfrom music but from "films, novels andbook"--necessary in the absence of compellingmusic, a cross-polination which often reaches thepoint of extreme pretentiousness or even ofridiculousness: The Ghost of Tom Joad is analbum with source credits that include scholarshipon migrant workers, Steinbeck's Grapes ofWrath and John Ford's Grapes movie.Springsteen has arrived at some type of mediaalchemy...
...this film have made out of the man--aging, bitter, out of favor with Hollywood--an endearing figure. Stepping outside of the theater, though, one cannot help but mourn for the real James Whale, for the days when a director could make a movie out of a Mary Shelley novel--not for the prestige granted to recent film adaptations of Henry James, but for the quality of a swift story, of one that engages intellectually, emotionally and viscerally. And for the spectacle of a monster given life by the sheer genius of a scientist, as movies were once engendered...
...intent unknown. In one moment he condemns Dean's ignorance and uselessness; in another he courageously saves Dean's life. The chemistry between Hackman and Smith is powerful, as the two reluctant heroes transform initial self-interest into teamwork. The ending is a contrived and coincidental as a novel by Charles Dickens, but does not subtract from the film's overall appeal...
...fooled by those who want you to do "good" for the world by standing up for justice. Moving money between capital markets saves lives, stops rights abuses, puts men on the moon, uncovers the structure of DNA and has been known to write the great American novel. MATTHEW N. STOLLER...
Except the prose. "I rode towards Inkerman with my chin buried in my shirt, smelling myself for warmth," Dr. Potter recalls as the novel marches toward its final, appalling snapshot. "Midst the dirt and the staleness I detected the frail scent of cornflowers." Like the unblinking young Myrtle, forced to pose for a picture with a dead man, Bainbridge faces the most shadowy aspects of human nature head on, and demands that her readers do the same...