When I embarked on my cinematic tour of the West End, I expected nothing but tacky, obtuse plunderings of movie gold. What I got was some slick, clever, insightful versions that kept a creative faith with the celluloid original, and in some cases even improved on it. Any fastidious qualms about adapting films into plays are groundless; my cine-snobbery has been quite upended.
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Many recent successes in the West End have been adaptations of books and films. And film critic Peter Bradshaw, in The Guardian, is impressed.