Thanks to Film Twitter for pointing out this is now on Netflix because Netflix's terrible algorithm never would have pointed it out to me.
This is pretty great. I highly recommend watching with captions on--the dense dialogue goes by awfully fast.
Fun, but the last third felt weirdly rushed, as if this were planned to be longer and at a certain point the director decided he had somewhere else to be and started slashing the script. With about 15 minutes left to go, I looked at the time and wondered if this was a two-parter and I hadn't recorded the second half. (That said, I've never read Austen's novel--perhaps it's oddly paced as well?)
I wish I could have been with an audience on this movie's premiere just to see the reaction when the first head exploded. I can only imagine the bedlam that must have erupted.
Strong script, tautly directed. Patrick McGoohan is a joy to watch, as usual (I'm a huge fan of "The Prisoner"). Stephen Lack is a stiff, but sometimes he makes the lack of affect work for him. Other times, he just looks extremely constipated. Painfully, perhaps lethally constipated, especially while he's scanning.
I first saw this as a teenager in the late '70s on a reissue, in a theater with a very large screen (though I can't honestly remember if it was 35MM or 70MM). I had already read the book (and even the "Making of 2001" book), and I loved it. Can't say I always "got" it, but I knew it was an overwhelming work of art.
I've seen it on video numerous times since then, letterboxed but, c'mon, you need…