Wednesday, January 02, 2008

Lord of the Flies (1963)

I read the book in 8th grade. It was the first book that chilled me to the bone. I became obsessed with it. I never saw the 1963 film version until tonight. Now my obsession turns to the screen. My god. The story wasn't done justice in 1990. But in this earlier adaptation, it goes beyond what I imagined. There's a scene when Simon walks toward the camera to look at "the beast", the plane pilot dead on the rocks. His body contorted and limp. Simon just stares in a deadpan, knowing. And the night scene of the boys on the beach, painted and masked in blood and pig skins dancing with spears and knives, crazed and out of control. My stomach just turned. I'm anxious to listen to the commentary at work tomorrow.

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