The New World (Movie about Jamestown)--A disappointment, says critic
With the upcoming 400th anniversary of the founding of Jamestown, I can’t help looking back at the lost opportunity of its latest film adaptation. As a Jamestown enthusiast, an author of a recent history of Jamestown, and author of Britannica’s entries on the colony and John Smith, Pocahontas, and Powhatan, I’d been avidly looking forward to The New World from the day New Line Cinema announced it back in 2005.
It seemed as if it would have everything: a celebrated director, a boatload of stars (Colin Farrell as John Smith, Christopher Plummer as Christopher Newport, Christian Bale as John Rolfe), and, word had it, scrupulously recreated versions of the English settlement and the natives’ villages. Surely it would spark a nationwide craze for early colonial history. What more could a Jamestown historian ask for?
A lot, as it turned out. I left the premiere in Williamsburg that December feeling glum. At the reception afterward, held under a sprawling tent near the theater, I could see I wasn’t alone. The faces of the other guests seemed to register the same reaction as mine: What the heck was that?
It’s not that I expected historical purity, Lord knows. Sure, it would’ve been nice if the film hadn’t given new life to the myth of John Smith and Pocahontas’s love affair (it never happened; she was 10 or 11 when Smith was in Virginia). It was jarring to see Smith depicted in a scene during the Starving Time when, in reality, he’d gone back to England by then.
What really bothered me, though, wasn’t the history; it was the disjointed narrative, the voice-overs full of leaden profundities, the habit of Smith’s character to switch freely between modern informality and Ye Olde English, and above all, the languid (if not sleepy) pace of the film’s storytelling....
Read entire article at David Price at Britannica Blog
It seemed as if it would have everything: a celebrated director, a boatload of stars (Colin Farrell as John Smith, Christopher Plummer as Christopher Newport, Christian Bale as John Rolfe), and, word had it, scrupulously recreated versions of the English settlement and the natives’ villages. Surely it would spark a nationwide craze for early colonial history. What more could a Jamestown historian ask for?
A lot, as it turned out. I left the premiere in Williamsburg that December feeling glum. At the reception afterward, held under a sprawling tent near the theater, I could see I wasn’t alone. The faces of the other guests seemed to register the same reaction as mine: What the heck was that?
It’s not that I expected historical purity, Lord knows. Sure, it would’ve been nice if the film hadn’t given new life to the myth of John Smith and Pocahontas’s love affair (it never happened; she was 10 or 11 when Smith was in Virginia). It was jarring to see Smith depicted in a scene during the Starving Time when, in reality, he’d gone back to England by then.
What really bothered me, though, wasn’t the history; it was the disjointed narrative, the voice-overs full of leaden profundities, the habit of Smith’s character to switch freely between modern informality and Ye Olde English, and above all, the languid (if not sleepy) pace of the film’s storytelling....