I watched Lord of the Flies last night. The movie never fails to disturb me. Despite that, I think it's a great movie. It goes to show what you can
accomplish with a well written script and decent actors.
Lord of the Flies is based on the novel of the same name that was written by William Golding. I also recommend reading the novel, by the way, since
it's a great piece of literature.
Released in 1990, Lord of the Flies is a remake of the 1963 movie and is about a group of boys from a military school that is shipwrecked on a
tropical island and must fend for themselves. They soon break into two separate groups. One group tries to hang onto its training, while the other
descends into savagery.
There are so many layers of darkness in this movie, like an onion that's gone black with corruption. I won't give you an examination of the layers;
though, because I don't want to ruin the movie for you or give spoilers. I want you to discover them for yourself.
I remember that movie. We watched that version 1990 in College Prep English. Lord of the Flies was one of four novels we had to read outside of class
and write term length papers on - the others were Lord Jim, Cry the Beloved Country and A Tale of Two Cities.
Lord of the Flies was probably my favorite with A Tale of Two Cities, not because it's such a touchy feely wonderful book, but because it is so very
disturbing. It gets down into that whole man/monster thing.
I watched it for the first time when I was in high school. I could tell that it affected my classmates the same way that it did myself. We were all
shaken.
I had to read Lord Jim and hated every single, blasted page. After that, it would take an act of God to get me to touch any other Joseph Conrad. It
ranks right up there in my pantheon of wasted words with Great Expectations.
Maybe it's that I don't like books where the protags come across to me as whining about something.