Back in days when I took creative writing classes, wherein we’d regularly have to write essays, every so often it was commonplace to come up dry. Some days ya just got nothin’. And on those days, there was always a temptation to write an essay about a blocked writer trying to write an essay.
Which is pretty much what “Adaptation” is, which I just saw today with my daughter, Shana.
It’s the most aggressively and unapologetically self-indulgent film I’ve seen since “Being John Malkovich,” which by no shock is by the same creative folks. The film wraps around back on itself as screenwriter Charlie Kaufman (the real screenwriter, but played by Nic Cage) has to do an adaptation of the real-life book “The Orchid Thief,” and his script winds up being about himself trying to do the adaptation which in turn becomes the movie which…
It was certainly a riveting two hours, but I’m almost afraid to think just how self-directed the next film these guys make will be.
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