What would T.S. Eliot do?
Flipping through the Arts & Leisure Section of the Sunday NY Times this morning, I saw an advertisement for a film called Till Human Voices Wake Us. I don't pretend to be an expert in any type of poetry whatsoever, and I have no illusions about my hidden or revealed genius in this field (of which there are none); but the ad made me pause, because I recognize every line and every phrase of the poem from which the title of the film came.
The film shows promise--it stars Guy Pearce (of the Memento fame) and the incomparable Helena Bonham Carter (of, as you must know, Fight Club). But alarmingly enough, the script has bits and pieces of the poem thrown in...the lovers stare at each other intently as the woman ponders, "And indeed there will be time to ask, do I dare?" to which the man gravely asks back, "Do I dare?" and the trailer ends with dramatic proclamations of "Let us go then, you and I!"
I feel nervous, as though they've taken my most prized secret and hung it up to be shown to the not-so-discerning, movie-going public. They'd better have done my love song justice.
The film shows promise--it stars Guy Pearce (of the Memento fame) and the incomparable Helena Bonham Carter (of, as you must know, Fight Club). But alarmingly enough, the script has bits and pieces of the poem thrown in...the lovers stare at each other intently as the woman ponders, "And indeed there will be time to ask, do I dare?" to which the man gravely asks back, "Do I dare?" and the trailer ends with dramatic proclamations of "Let us go then, you and I!"
I feel nervous, as though they've taken my most prized secret and hung it up to be shown to the not-so-discerning, movie-going public. They'd better have done my love song justice.