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A Masterpiece of a Marathon Film: Six Hours of Dickens' Little Dorrit
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THE ARTS
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4 / 1988 |
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Edward Pearce
Edward Pearce currently writes for The Sunday Times (London),
and is former parliamentary sketch writer for The Daily
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The dramatization of an established classic is an English commonplace. I remember as a youngster getting enormous, unexpected pleasure from a radio serialization of Trollope's The Warden. With the coming of television, there have been a number of quiet, proficient triumphs. The great nineteenth-century novels are also long novels, lending themselves to all manner of treatments and having kinship, in a limited, practical sense with the soaps in being splendid sausage-lengths of public entertainment.
If that sound a trifle philistine, it is simply a mild caution against too great a tendency to rave over the new fashion in literacy conversions, which began when Nicholas Nickelby opened at Britain's National Theatre and then moved on to shake Broadway--a fashion that continues with the two-part, six-hour version of Little Dorrit.
Raves, however, are hard to avoid. Christine Edzard, who wrote and directed Little Dorrit, settled herself and her hoard of English and Irish actors into a corner of Rotherhithe in London's East End, whose very brickwork speaks of the 1790s. From there, shooting early in the day, she has conjured up Bleeding Heart Yard, the Marshalsea Prison, and a London thoroughfare; housed Daniel Doyce's engine plant; and marvelously created the paradisal gardens of Mr. Meagles.
Bleeding Heart Yard
Little Dorrit is late Dickens--"one of the very greatest of novels," according to the distinguished critic F.R. Leavis. The work is heavy with Dickens' sense of oppression and the haplessness of the losers. He is savage in his denunciation
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