Willy Wonka (1971)

I didn't feel like I was watching a movie at all! It felt like a literary masterpiece that the camera swallowed, then threw up along with some of the guts of the producers and the screen-writers! Of course, unlike the more recent adaptations of some of my favorite books (hem hem...HARRY POTTER...HEM HEM...) no one bothered to clean the mess. No one tried to make it "family friendly". It was still PG-rated, but that didn't mean that was pretty! Instead, like good old Professor Flitwick after the Weasley twins escaped, they preserved a corner of the putrid magic for all to see. Indeed, it was rough around the edges! Yet, it was PERFECT!

I'm so glad that my English teacher alluded to it. Some of the other movies of the same period did a bad job with the style, but it all seemed to fit this particular movie quite well. I was properly horrified, properly amused, and positively giggling at the wit of the script. If I should write a script, this should be my model. If not, then I'll keep my graphic novel anyway.