Have I mentioned lately that I love Dirty Weekend? I l o v e Dirty Weekend. Hands down favorite novel of all time. I was introduced to this masterpiece via Nina Björk’s Under det rosa täcket, which was on the reading list when I studied contemporary feminist literature. So at least I got something out of that course…
What I love about Dirty Weekend is how it’s written in the style of a fairytale, and I do love a good story of revenge. It’s also short and snappy, and Zahavi is really quite good at creating tension.
Anyway. That’s not the point here; I’m not going to try to convince you this is the best novel ever (I mean it is, purely objectively), you can go right ahead and hate it. Which seems to be what most people do anyway. So.
I’ve known for a while Dirty Weekend was made into a movie in the early 90s. Terrible movie apparently. (See IMDB.) Because I’m completely obsessed with the book – I read it at least once a year, frequently when I read terrible books to remind myself that there are good books – I have been looking for the movie. I just had to see it, even if was terrible. Considering the fact that A. most people seem to hate the book too, and B. I sometimes don’t agree with IMDB (what do you mean the 1993 The Three Musketeers is not the best movie ever!?!?) – I figured there was a fair chance I’d still like it.
I didn’t. At all. Not even a little. It wasn’t even vile. Or violent, which you might expect if you read the book.
I just wanted to say that I’m disappointed. And I don’t handle disappointment well (in the words of Diamanda, obviously).
And I was so happy when I finally stumbled on it on YouTube; I’ve been looking for this movie for basically forever. And I generally struggle to find any movie at all that I feel even the slightest inclination towards watching. I never thought I’d say this, but I even prefer Baise-Moi, which is just vile. But that’s always something.
I just wish someone would have made it into a cartoon instead. I am so sure that would have worked so incredibly well for this particular story. Oh well.