In the midst of an enormous revival of interest in the work of film director Michael Powell and screenwriter Emeric Pressburger comes the first trade paperback edition of their only book collaboration, based on their 1948 movie classic, THE RED . This tragic story of a ballerina torn between love and art brings all the passions of the screen to the page.
The son of Thomas William Powell & Mabel (nee Corbett). Michael Powell was always a self confessed movie addict. He was brought up partly in Canterbury ("The Garden of England") and partly in the South of France (where his parents ran an hotel). Educated at Kings School, Canterbury & Dulwich College he first worked at the National Provincial Bank from 1922 - 1925. In 1925 he joined Rex Ingram making Mare Nostrum (1926). He learnt his craft by working at various jobs in the (then) thriving English studios of Denham & Pinewood, working his way up to producer on a series of "quota quickies" (Short films made to fulfill quota/tariff agreements between Britain & America in between the wars).
Very rarely for the times, Powell had a true "world view" and although in the mould of a classic English Gentleman he was always a citizen of the World. It was therefore very fitting that he should team up with an emigree Hungarian Jew Emeric Pressburger, a foreigner who understood the English better than they did themselves. Between them, under the banner of "The Archers" they shared joint credits for an important series of films through the 1940s & 1950s. Powell went alone to make Peeping Tom (1960) which was so slated by the critics at the time, he couldn't work in England, UK for a very long time. He was "re-discovered" in the late 1960s & after Francis Ford Coppola and Martin Scorsese tried to set up joint projects with him. In 1980, he lectured at Dartmouth College, New Hampshire. He joined was Senior Director in Residence at Zoetrope studio in 1981. He married Thelma Schoonmaker. He died of cancer back in his beloved England in 1990. (Steve Crook )
This is an odd duck of a book--not quite a screenplay, not quite a novelisation. It's definitely worthwhile for fans of the film, though, especially as there are a number of scenes left out of the movie. I most appreciated the depth of character given to Julian Crastner. Crastner is the clear protagonist here, and the story is from his point of view. The movie is less-so and tends to split point of view between ballerina, Victoria Page, Crastner and Boris Lermontov, the enigmatic genius behind the great ballet of the title. In the film, perhaps due to miscasting, I never really sympathized with Julian quite as much as the filmmakers intended. My heart was always with Boris, probably due to Anton Walbrook's amazing performance. Here, because it is from Julian's point of view Boris is allowed to unfold slowly and by the time he becomes truly interesting, we are firmly in Julian's pocket.
This was a bizarre reading experience. The Red Shoes was first filmed as a movie based on the Hans Christian Anderson story in 1948. The legendary directors then wrote a novel based on their film thirty years later, in 1978.
The book and the film are excellent companions to each other. It's hard to claim one is better than the other as people often do when comparing movie/book adaptations, although certain things are different in the book. The book serves to fill in spots that the fast-paced film floats over, while the movie gives life to the music and ballet that are such crucial actors in the story. They work wonderfully together.
However, I will say that the book has some weak spots, while the film is practically flawless. Much as I loved the background information on the Ballets Lermontov, Julian's night after the Heart of Fire ballet, and Lady Neston, the ending of the book felt rushed and untrue to the characters. The buildup to Vicky's end was handled poorly; leaving Lermontov out of her reunion with Julian downplayed the drama. It just didn't make sense. Additionally, Vicky's inner monologue during the Red Shoes ballet was an unfortunate attempt at stream of consciousness. I also didn't like the change of Julian's second ballet from La Belle Meunière to Rendezvous Beach, but that's just a personal bias.
I still feel like I really got to know Julian better in the book. Not only that, but he was much more tolerable in the book, one of my favorite characters even. We get to see his anguish after Professor Palmer plagiarizes his work, his pride at being a discovery of Lermontov's, and his little scenes with Vicky that make their love story so much more believable. Excellently done.
Also, did anyone else catch to shoutout to Léonide Massine, the actor and famous ballet dancer who played Ljubov, on page 152? ;)
The movie "The Red Shoes" may be, even after 67 years, THE ballet movie. I've lost track of the number of times I've seen it. The book is an afterthought, if you will. It was written, or at least published, several decades after the movie. And it's one of the few times I say, "See the movie, THEN read the book."
What I think authors Powell and Pressburger (the writers-directors-producers of the film) did was novelize their complete screenplay so this feels to me like a peek behind the curtain. These are the scenes that were left on the cutting room floor.
The memory of seeing the Red Shoes film in the 1950s and the images of scenes from it have haunted me for many years. Recently, I re-saw the film on DVD and learned from the extras that there was a novel book version of the story. I found that the SFPL had the book available and read it. There is a depth to the book in the development of the characters that is not in the film (although viewers can draw some of the characters' introspection that is detailed in the book).
Hmm. Well. It is years & years since I saw the film "The Red Shoes," the screenplay of which was written by Powell in collaboration with Emeric Pressburger. I was interested enough to seek out this novelization of the film. It was highly readable, obviously Michael Powell DOES know something about telling a good story. But the last 30-40 pages just made me boil. I KNOW how the story ends, but the lead-up to Vicky's "leap" just made me so angry! At both her selfish husband as well as at Lermontov, but I was not as angry at Lermontov as I was at Julian. After all, we KNOW Lermontov is a cold & calculating perfectionist, a master manipulator. But her own husband's attitude toward HER devotion to HER art, which he seemingly regards as a direct repudiation of himself, made me boil. He thought SHE should sacrifice her dancing to support his life as a composer? Hello? A great composer will have MANY opening nights, his career will extend into his old age. A dancer has 10-15 years tops to express everything she can with her art, she has a very limited time to achieve her own greatness. Julian selfishly wanted to deprive her of agency over her art form. In time-honored fashion, the woman pays the price in this story for the self-absorption of the men who control her.
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Ahhhhhhhhhh 😭😭😭😭😭 Ok, I love this because I love the movie, and it's easy to go through, but it's not like the best book in terms of.. how books are ig, the format, it still feels like a script. I still just want more of this story so someone write some fanfiction or something!
aside from comparisons to its source material, this book had a beautiful message that featured a healthy and supportive mother-daughter relationship (and i guess a bad example with the royals) - but anyway, very cute, sweet, and pretty illustrations
From the description: "Here is the beautiful, tortured Victoria Page, torn between her passion for the ballet and the love of young composer Julian Craster. Here, too, is the cruel, seductive impresario Boris Lermontov, who will give Vicky the red shoes in which she will dance out her tragic destiny."
"The Red Shoes is a moving story to be experienced and enjoyed by anyone in possession of a sensitive soul" ~American Bookseller~
I first read this book when I was twelve. Revisiting the novel after all this time (I was about sixteen the last time I read it) makes me wistful for the past. The Red Shoes is full of life, hope, possibility and tragedy.
A brilliant book, well worth reading especially if you are into ballet and all aspects of theatre in general. A whimsical love story set around the world of ballet.