Yes, I watched a lot of movies this weekend...
"The Portrait of a Lady" -- Jane Campion, 1996
Altogether I did not think this was an awful film, even as an adaptation. However, it is a large book, and makes for a great deal of fascinating, delightful (in the darker sense) reading that a two-hour representation is doomed to miss. Even still, it could have been worse. I found the beginning of it (as in, Campion's own bizarre insertion - totally unrelated to James's novel or to the rest of the film) positively goofy, totally irrelevant, and almost enough to make one give up before the thing starts. There is another of these - though certainly less irrelevant - toward the middle. *potential readers of novel stop reading; slight spoiler ahead*
When Isabel is about to marry Osmond in the book, of course, the narrative ceases to follow her - between the end of one chapter and the beginning of the next we go from her potential and universally-dreaded engagement to a year later being on the brink of marriage - the effect being to close off the reader from this creature with whose more independent inclinations he has (hopefully) sympathized. In the film this is done through a very strange black-and-white sequence depicting images of Isabel in foreign settings (one recalls the pyramids) and some other strange things (like a plate full of little mouths squirming aroung reciting Osmond's words: "I am absolutely in love with you"; plus that malevolent hand of Osmond's reaching around her waist - which shows up on the cover). WEIRD! But...
For the rest, it more or less followed the novel, best I can remember (it's been a little over a year since I've read it), with naturally several omissions. Strangely, I actually remembered having a lot more sympathy for Madame Merle and for Caspar Goodwood in the film than in the novel. Plus, of course, the film uses, in several places, a Schubert impromptu which I learned a year or so ago, which was cool... While I liked Ralph Touchett in the movie, it was nothing like the very deep connection I felt with the guy in the novel (he remains my favorite literary character).
The real tragedy of this movie, though, I think, is that it omits one crucial scene in the story which disappointed me terribly: the scene in which Isabel figures it all out, in the space of a moment and totally unnoticed by the parties involved, is missing completely! I can somewhat understand the omission, as her realization depends, to a degree, on social proprieties which do not really exist for the modern film audience, though I still think it could have been accomplished...
Great music.
7/10