Of adaptations and bastardizations and the Hero archetype
I had written a bit about cinematic adaptations more back in 2012 here and this may be considered a companion piece. Of course, that was 2012, when Sachin Tendulkar was still an active Test player, we had a puppet as a PM, and most importantly, the woke brigade had still not come across the absolute gold mine that was 70 genders, LGBTQABC+ and other goodie goodie stuff to choke us with. That meant most filmmakers simply cast the most appropriate actor for a role, pertinent to the era, gender, age and physical attributes. A black queen of England would've been scoffed at then, and an Indian David Copperfied even more so. I am not sure if Dickens even met a single Indian in his lifetime, let alone write a 500-page novel on anyone but the run-of-the-mill Englishman. Nothing wrong here of course, he was simply writing per his time and on things he knew, as do all writers and poets, and other artists. It, therefore, is imperative on anyone adapting a work, to at the least e...