I vividly remember talking my mother into buying it for me at the supermarket, and it is testament to the benign neglect of my latch-key childhood that she purchased it on the spot without even once perusing the content. It sucked for one major reason: the pants-pissing cowardice of producers who sucked everything edgy out of the story to make it palatable to middle-class schlubs who like adult contemporary music, soy wax candles and a nice glass of medium-priced shiraz with dinner. The adaptation sanitised everything that made the original story so compelling. Or the scene where he gets his younger brother to drink blood from his veins when the grandmother starves them. The casting was beyond dreadful as well, with the exception of the magnificent Ellen Burstyn as the wicked grandmother. Kiernan completely made the role her own.
Horror Aficionados - Novels: Flowers in the Attic--They Do It Showing of
Feb 01, AM. In case anyone is interested in the "rape" scene in Flowers in the Attic that was discussed in another thread which I can't find , here's the passage where the brother and sister do it: We fell to the floor, both of us. I tried to fight him off. We wrestled, turning over and over, writhing, silent, a frantic struggle of his strength against mine.
Welcome to 'Fine Lines', the Friday feature in which we give a sentimental, sometimes-critical, far more wizened look at the children's and YA books we loved in our youth. Truly, when I was very young, way back in the 'fifties, I believed all of life would be like one long and perfect summer day. After all, it did start out that way. About a decade ago, bouncing around a seaside bookstore with my best friend, I ascertained with increasing horror that she had somehow managed to plow through the field of YA literature from the 19th through the 20th century without seeding any V. It is a testament to her forbearance that, after she passed on buying the book and I insisted on buying it FOR her, she suffered me enough to open it and read the first page.
Not to sound like the grandmother, but you should wear a robe or something Cathy. For warmth even. And who has a mustache! Oh, Cathy.