Seriously, how is this film not criticised for this?
I just saw the movie (it was on TV, so I figured why not), but never read the book, so don't know if this was addressed properly there. But the central relationship in the movie is one of the most downright disturbing I've ever seen in a film, given that the tone of the piece is that it's a wonderful thing.
Look at the plot from the wife's perspective, rather than the husband: A stranger turns up and starts talking to a little girl (for the sake of argument, I'll ignore the fact that he's naked), revisits her very regularly while she's growing up in the knowledge that he's going to have a sexual relationship with her (effectively grooming her with his unconscious behaviour towards her even though he doesn't mean it in that way) sleeps with her when she's a teenager (possibly underage? I wasn't paying proper attention to the film at that point), then eventually ends up marrying her when she grows up.
If the dude had any personal integrity whatsoever, he'd have broken things off as soon as he looked at her diary and saw just how irrationally obsessed the woman was with him. I appreciate he didn't realise what he had done to her growing up until then, but as soon as he looked at that diary, he should have realised, and backed the hell off.
The power dynamic between the two characters is so tilted in his favour that it's borderline abusive, and every single person in the movie just plays along with it as if it's a wonderful thing. Only for one brief moment does the woman question whether she had a choice at all, and that's immediately brushed aside as not worth exploring.
Icky doesn't begin to describe all this but it's the fact that the tone of the movie enthusiastically endorses this relationship that makes it unbearably creepy.
I can't be the only one who got this vibe, right?!
I just saw the movie (it was on TV, so I figured why not), but never read the book, so don't know if this was addressed properly there. But the central relationship in the movie is one of the most downright disturbing I've ever seen in a film, given that the tone of the piece is that it's a wonderful thing.
Look at the plot from the wife's perspective, rather than the husband: A stranger turns up and starts talking to a little girl (for the sake of argument, I'll ignore the fact that he's naked), revisits her very regularly while she's growing up in the knowledge that he's going to have a sexual relationship with her (effectively grooming her with his unconscious behaviour towards her even though he doesn't mean it in that way) sleeps with her when she's a teenager (possibly underage? I wasn't paying proper attention to the film at that point), then eventually ends up marrying her when she grows up.
If the dude had any personal integrity whatsoever, he'd have broken things off as soon as he looked at her diary and saw just how irrationally obsessed the woman was with him. I appreciate he didn't realise what he had done to her growing up until then, but as soon as he looked at that diary, he should have realised, and backed the hell off.
The power dynamic between the two characters is so tilted in his favour that it's borderline abusive, and every single person in the movie just plays along with it as if it's a wonderful thing. Only for one brief moment does the woman question whether she had a choice at all, and that's immediately brushed aside as not worth exploring.
Icky doesn't begin to describe all this but it's the fact that the tone of the movie enthusiastically endorses this relationship that makes it unbearably creepy.
I can't be the only one who got this vibe, right?!
