I was totally on board with C-3P0 and copious others coming across as perhaps voiced by the King's Men, but here, without the affinity of what came before, it felt lame. For this uses what I assume to be a snappy, wise-cracking, witty film script (and to repeat, it's only an assumption – I might have it in the back of my mind, but it meant nothing then as now), and crunches everything to the right meter. Yes, you do need the original playing in the back of your mind, and you really do need to forgive the changes to our language. The answer is that yes, you really do need prior knowledge. Well, this is the book that really opened my eyes to this Shakespearisation of things. How would such things translate into iambic pentameter? A cast of thirty-somethings play teenagers who in my world would never be allowed to do what they do and drive to "school" (sic), but manage it because "school" is what the Americans need to call it until they're way past their late teens? Not the least of their problems is their use of insular slang ("fetch", in this instance) which is both proven to be completely stupid but believed by the makers to be completely loveable. I knew the 'enemy' tribe (at first at least) was the Plastics, but was that really Mean Girls? Heathers? Something else whose name escapes me? These teen comedies have never floated my boat. I can't remember if I've ever seen Mean Girls. Here was the true challenge – would I manage to enjoy this, based on little foreknowledge? Oh damn those shiny gold stars for letting the game away… A cult following I had never followed whatsoever was given the brand new, yet oh so ancient, dressing. A film I can't even really remember seeing was transcribed into the original Elizabethan lingo. But simultaneously they put a real test out. So much so – so easily did the plots and characters converse in Shakespearean dialogue, and behave with Shakespearean stage directions – that the producers tried again, with Back to the Future no less. And I still can't decide if it misfires or if it's my being the wrong target that is the problem, but part of me insists that shouldn't matter when the concept has always been so much fun before.Ī long time ago, in a galaxy far away, all the Star Wars films were crunched up against Shakespeare, and the marriage seemed a perfectly suitable one. Summary: Girls will find me Mean at my response to this book.
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