
The 2017 remake was directed by Sofia Coppola with Colin Farrell in the Eastwood role, and I've said some rather harsh things about it.
Not least concerning the way it marginalised the author of the original novel — Thomas Cullinan — who doesn't even get credit on the poster.

However, the Coppola film did at least have the effect of bringing Cullinan's book back into print and allowing me to re-read it. (My battered paperback tie-in of the Eastwood movie is long since history.)
My first impression of the novel was that it was amazingly self assured, extremely well written and shaping up to be a fascinating hybrid of True Grit and The Lord of the Flies.
It was the way it so strongly evoked its female narrators which reminded me of Charles Portis's True Grit.

Unfortunately, as I continued to read, these strongly positive reactions began to ebb away and I came to see that Cullinan's book was considerably weaker than the first film adaptation... and indeed the second one.
Fundamentally the same material is here in all cases, but there's an utterly decisive shift of emphasis. The movies are about a wounded Union soldier who is taken in by a girls' school in the South.
The book is about a girls' school in the South which takes in a wounded Union soldier.

For a goodly portion of the book (about 70 pages) McBurney is comatose. Supine and unconscious, he is a blank slate on which the females can project their fantasies. When he finally does wake up, so does the novel, which frankly had become rather dull.
It's a long book, nearly 400 pages, and unfortunately dullness sets in again. Just over the halfway mark we have the essential event of the story: the brutal, and quite possibly unnecessary, amputation of McBurney's leg.
In the film this was the cue for a rapid and dramatic escalation of drama, heading downhill to a murderous conclusion.

This faltering stop-and-start pacing and the endless digressions into the backgrounds of the school's womenfolk are the fatal flaws of the novel. Of course, Cullinan wouldn't see it that way. He loved his characters and wanted to bring them fully to life.
Yet I'd argue it was possible to do that and still also tell a taut and gripping story. Which is actually what the book's editor should have demanded — by tightening the pace and cutting about a hundred pages out of the book.

However, when the Hollywood scriptwriters got to work on it, The Beguiled ended up transformed into the powerful and unforgettable Gothic drama it always had the scope to become.
There is much to admire in this book. The characterisation is often sharp and amusing: "Alice... she's really not too mean as long as you don't provoke her."
And Cullinan also clearly knew an immense amount about the Civil War, conveying a firm sense of the period with its odd beliefs ("all this cannon fire would surely bring on rain").

Or much later in the book when Harriet hears McBurney coming ominously upstairs with "the measured thump of his crutches."
But ultimately Thomas Cullinan's The Beguiled is an object lesson in a novel which only realised its full potential when it was adapted for the screen.
(Image credits: Thank you, Good Reads.)
Cullinan's 1978 horror novel The Bedeviled is similar in that it starts strong with lots of potential then gets duller and duller as it goes along. Alas it has no movie adaptation to bring out its strengths!
ReplyDeleteThat ‘potential’ you both speak of seems to be the very thing that inspired film adaptations. That’s almost more freeing for a screenwriter/director and even the actors involved, I would think. Most books that end up becoming films are so strong on their own that it becomes nearly impossible to please anyone who’s read the book, then sees the movie. When a book is great, we become protective of its characters and events. This can leave us hypercritical, and hard to please. When a book has a great storyline that the author didn’t quite do enough with, however, there seems to be more artistic freedom and/or creative license. What the book didn’t do, a film can.
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