1/19/06
I draw your attention to this 1961 Life Magazine article about the making of “The Lord os the Flies.” It’s extremely well written. Given the direction our favorite show is going…relevant. (Not that the paralells are exactly the same–but still, from a socialogical perspective, yes, relevant.) Excerpt below. complete article: http://lordoftheflies.org/img/life.htm

Few of them, perhaps only one or two, understood the dark theme of William Golding’s Lord of the Flies. Director Brook had explained it to them in simplest terms, but the thing had escaped them. The adult members of the company had, of course, read the book several times each; its meaning and its incessant use of symbolism had lodged in their heads to an extent that verged on the humorous. After an encounter with Golding’s writing one commences compulsively to look for gloomy, hidden meanings in ordinary objects, the natural world and the everyday conversation of those, around him. It is a temporary ailment, but at that moment a few of the adults had bad cases of it. (Al said “Good morning” to me. What did he mean by that?)

At length, Director Brook, a pudgy man who holds his forearms upraised, as though he had learned to deal poker at a table too high for him, called for action. The boys commenced to cut pieces off the pig-dog, at first handling the meat gingerly. But soon, without a word of instruction, they began to move faster. Their thin arms flailed above the pig; they tore at it with their bare hands. Faster and faster they moved, to the edge of control and beyond it, struggling over the meat, driven by something more than ordinary hunger. They became all teeth and glittering eyes.

The juices of the meat dribbled down their chins. Finally one of the boys, who had chewed all the flesh off the underside of a great blackened piece of skin, plastered the skin down over his fair Celtic hair and around his ears, so that he resembled a Viking in a leather helmet. “Cut!” Brook shouted. The cameras stopped, having recorded the perfect scene. But the boys continued to devour the flesh of the pig while the adult film makers silently eyed each other, no knowing what to say.

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