April 27, 2005
More Not Panicking
One of Douglas Adams' major strengths was his mastery of dialogue. You would think that this would constitute pure gold for screenwriters adapting his books to film. But according to this extremely cranky review of THHGTTG, the writers sailed right past the treasure chest without even realizing it, no doubt because they were too preoccupied with mangling the plot. Here's a choice selection that apparently got severely mulched in the movie:
"The Earth . . . " whispered Arthur.
"Well, the Earth Mark Two in fact," said Slartibartfast cheerfully. "We're
making a copy from our original blueprints."
There was a pause.
"Are you trying to tell me," said Arthur, slowly and with control, "that
you originally . . . made the Earth?"
"Oh yes," said Slartibartfast. "Did you ever go to a place . . . I think it
was called Norway?"
"No," said Arthur, "no, I didn't."
"Pity," said Slartibartfast, "that was one of mine. Won an award you know. Lovely crinkly edges. I was most upset to hear about its destruction."
"You were upset!"
"Yes. Five minutes later and it wouldn't have mattered so much. It was
a quite shocking cock-up."
"Huh?" said Arthur.
"The mice were furious."
"The mice were furious?"
"Oh yes," said the old man mildly.
"Yes well so I expect were the dogs and cats and duckbilled platypuses,
but . . . "
"Ah, but they hadn't paid for it you see, had they?"
"Look," said Arthur, "would it save you a lot of time if I just gave up and went mad now?"
For a while the aircar flew on in awkward silence. Then the old man tried
patiently to explain.
"Earthman, the planet you lived on was commissioned, paid for, and run by mice. It was destroyed five minutes before the completion of the purpose for which it was built, and we've got to build another one."
Only one word registered with Arthur.
"Mice?" he said.
"Indeed Earthman."
"Look, sorry - are we talking about the little white furry things with the cheese fixation and women standing on tables screaming in early sixties sitcoms?"
Slartibartfast coughed politely.
"Earthman," he said, "it is sometimes hard to follow your mode of speech. Remember I have been asleep inside this planet of Magrathea for five million years and know little of these early sixties sitcoms of which you speak. These creatures you call mice, you see, they are not quite as they appear. They are merely the protrusion into our dimension of vast hyperintelligent pandimensional
beings. The whole business with the cheese and the squeaking is just a front."
The old man paused, and with a sympathetic frown continued. "They've been experimenting on you I'm afraid."
Arthur thought about this for a second, and then his face cleared.
"Ah no," he said, "I see the source of the misunderstanding now. No, look you see, what happened was that we used to do experiments on them. They were often used in behavioural research, Pavlov and all that sort of stuff. So what happened was that the mice would be set all sorts of tests, learning to ring bells, run around mazes and things so that the whole nature of the learning process could be examined. From our observations of their behaviour we were able to learn all sorts of things about our own . . . "
Arthur's voice tailed off.
"Such subtlety . . . " said Slartibartfast, "one has to admire it."
"What?" said Arthur.
"How better to disguise their real natures, and how better to guide your thinking. Suddenly running down a maze the wrong way, eating the wrong bit of cheese, unexpectedly dropping dead of myxomatosis, - if it's finely calculated the cumulative effect is enormous."
He paused for effect.
"You see, Earthman, they really are particularly clever hyperintelligent
pan-dimensional beings. Your planet and people have formed the matrix of an organic computer running a ten million-year research programme . . . Let me tell you the whole story. It'll take a little time."
"Time," said Arthur weakly, "is not currently one of my problems."
Posted by Robert at April 27, 2005 10:09 AMAnd I was pleased to find that none of them was very optimistic about the film, not because I want the film to be bad, but because this demonstrated that I was not alone in my pessimism.
Bullshit. You want the film to be bad. It's like a fetish with you, the smell of parchment.
Mmmmmm...parchment....mmmmmmmm
Posted by: Robert the LB at April 27, 2005 11:07 AMSheesh Bill. Tell us your true feelings.
Posted by: TheRoyalFamily at April 27, 2005 07:42 PM