I love David Peace.
There. I’ve said it.
He is, in my experience, the best writer in Britain, out of a very good lot.
I enjoyed 1974 to the point of gushingness. And when Jeana said she wanted “A right good, proper crime book to read that wasn’t a load of old shite.” recently I recommended it.
She loved it – perhaps even more than I did.
And now it’s a Channel 4 TV movie.
Me? I thought it was exceptional, although it strayed from the book’s plot quite considerably. Most fundamentally in that it made Dunford’s character mainly sympathetic when, in the book, he’s just a twat. It’s a classic example of a (near) brilliant adaptation of a brilliant book that falls short of the book but finds enough quality to make it brilliant nevertheless.
The acting, cinematography (let’s face it, it WAS a movie) and soundtrack (beautifully understated and not period at all) were all A list. Some of it actually took your breath away. It has BAFTA written all over it. But, and it’s only a but, to us readers, it fell away really badly, plot-wise, compared to the book in the final act. In fact, Jeana dismissed it, and I agree with her because it turned a grizzly, uncompromising book into a cop-out conclusion. I was disappointed in that, but it wasn’t enough to spoil the overall effect.
By the bloody way, they were heavy bloody smokers in Yorkshire in the 70’s or what? Fook me. It made “the man who wasn’t there” look restrained. In fact, I’m away to wash my clothes.
As an aside I do want to bring your attention to Peace’s masterpiece, if I haven’t already. The Damned Utd starring Martin Sheen is soon to hit our screens.
In my opinion it’s likely to be a classic example of a movie that won’t be as good as the book because it can’t be.
We’ll see though.
Fook me though. I hope I’m wrong likers.