On Brighton Rock and the film industry

I despise the film industry.

I read Graham Greene's Brighton Rock the other week. It was evocative of the couple of times I've been to Brighton – both times were vastly romantic, exciting, gloriously sunny, and I fell head over heels in love with Brighton's architecture, history and welcoming laid-backness. Before Brighton my favourite place was Cromer. I found I love Brighton for the same reasons I love Cromer, but moar. I love cities. I love the sea. Brighton is the only city by the sea I've been to, and it's a-maze-ing.

So Brighton Rock had me bawling throughout the first chapter, for two reasons. Firstly, I'm a sensitive soul who enjoys weeping to fictitious misery because it's much more fun and pleasantly indulgent to weep at a misery that's not your own. I fell a bit in love with Fred Hale, as he desperately tried to find someone to cling to to protect him from Pinkie's gang. His growing desperation and panic touched my heart.

Secondly, Greene's descriptions of Brighton took me right back there. I felt like I'd been in every pub, every restaurant, every bit of promenade Hale is forced to visit as he ambles towards his death. The descriptions of the West Pier – a small obsession of mine (I have a framed picture of it burning down in my living room) – made me ache and sob with nostalgia.

Anyway, these two reasons have made me want to see either one of the two Brighton Rock films, the first made in 1947, the second in 2010. Well, I'd rather actually go to Brighton, but until both Scott and I have a long weekend off and surplus money, that's not going to happen.

So I've been eagerly scouring IMDb and Youtube for bits of background scenery, and have concluded I must see one or the other of the films. So far, the 1947 version is looking like the safer bet. I have it on good authority that it's 'supposed to be brilliant', and from looking at Youtube clips, I can see that it probably is. Besides, I've got a better chance of West Pier pr0n, seeing as it had burned down by 2010.

However, of the two clips I watched, both were untrue to the book. I know it's petty of me, and they can get away with it in the name of 'artistic licence' and answering questions posed by the book, but it still makes me fume. I don't know why this is. Even to me it's obvious that, as the book does not explicitly tell you how Hale died, the film should maybe show him dying; and as Rose never heard the message Pinkie left for her in the book, perhaps she should in the film (sorry for any spoilers). It just seems to me to be in flagrant disregard of the book, sticking two fingers up to Greene's back as if he didn't know what he was doing when he wrote it. Even though Greene helped to write the screenplay.

The 2010 version is even worse. Although the Guardian hailed it 'a masterpiece', and I admit the opening shot of the pier in the trailer made me swoon, the year in which the story is set has changed from late 1930s to, er, 1964. Purely, it would seem, so they could weave in some mods and rockers appeal. One synopsis I read described Pinkie as “top mod and gangster Pinkie Brown.” Another called him a “razor-wielding disadvantaged teenager with a religious death wish.” Ok, he's known to wield a razor. He's a teenager, technically. He's Catholic (although I wouldn't describe him as religious per se). I wouldn't say he has a death wish. I know I'm being very pedantic, because this synopsis was probably written by someone who's seen the film once and got bored halfway through, but can't you see – that's why I hate the film industry. Casually destroying everything I hold dear (literature, Brighton) through its own half-arsed laziness.
I love some films. Some films I think are beyond amazing. V for Vendetta. Kill Bill. 300. Hot Fuzz. But do you see a pattern there? My favourite films are either based on graphic novels – in which case the storyboard is already bloody drawn for them – or are not based on a book at all. And that is an incredibly rare thing these days.