I decided to pick this one up after finishing The Khaavren Romances. Possibly because I took about a two month break right in the middle of reading. I'd picked them up from a used book store while visiting my grandparents the previous Summer. Nevertheless, other than that, it's a good film with some great performances. However, here Brust is holding up revolution, or Marxism if you will, as the hope of society - not a failed experiment. Overall, this will probably appeal more to those who like diving into complex family relationships and spotting various bits of symbolism.
I liked the Palace, too. But boy is this a clunky construction for a movie. I was Genuinely shocked at the ending and It was performed with excellence by all involved but I feel both girls should have got out or, barring that, at least the cop should have got what was coming to him. This one was written in 1985, after Jhereg and Yendi. First of all, the women are stupid. It is sheer brilliance from beginning to end. The film is shot in Phillipines , as the government of Thailand was none too pleased by the screenplay.
While more subdued, the British Beckinsale convinces as a mild American. I hadn't heard of this book as I plowed my way through the entire Vlad Taltos and Phoenix Guards series. To view it, I read this the first time fresh out of college, the first Steven Brust I ever read. However, the Thai native wife of Hank smells a rat in the case and does some further foot work of investigation and finds out the girls really were victimized. This movie has a great setting; it was filmed mostly in Bangkok Thailand.
The acting from Danes, Beckinsdale and Pullman was excellent and a pleasant change from watching films where special effects try to substitute for quality acting. Also, Hank and his teenage clients never make an anti-drug statement by decrying heroin as evil; they're just concerned about who's getting blamed for it. By focusing on the human drama, Kaplan scores highly, easing up on the terror and squalor while piling on the mystery surrounding the pair's circumstances and increasing sense of desperation. Every time I go to Southeast Asia there is a highly publicized story about two foreign girls caught attempting to smuggle drugs out of the country. I actually vividly remembered seeing the commercials and trailer for it years ago. Great movie, as long as you don't expect it to be classic cinema.
Two carefree Americans embark on an overseas vacation that soon becomes a nightmare. Started well and was interesting; and the interludes were great; and I don't mind good allegory; but I don't enjoy tedious allegory, which is what this one seemed to become. When I rent a movie like this, I except to be moved, to sob like there's no tomorrow, to feel miserable and like it. Drug smuggling is big money and often people are unknowingly or tricked into doing things for smugglers. Whimsical, magical, heartbreaking and joyful I am sitting her contemplating picking the book up again and re-reading it. I fell in love with each of the characters, I fell in love with the palace, both old and new, I fell in love with the land its Damn, damn and dammit.
Just an example of how many elements it takes to align and get a great movie. Upon discovering several kilos of heroin, they proceed to arrest them. Call me a sexist for pointing this out, if you like, but as harsh as it is -- the thought of someone doing hard time in a dank, roach-infested prison -- it's a lot easier to swallow when if prisoner is a scruffy young man instead of a soft-skinned sweetheart like Danes. Started it yesterday and finished it this morning. I surmise I finished this so quickly because of prevalent dialogue, although somewhat lacking in wit most of the time. Once upon a time…far to the East of the Dragaeran Empire, four brothers ruled in Fenario: King Laszlo, a good man—though perhaps a little mad; Prince Andor, a clever man—though perhaps a little shallow; Prince Vilmos, a strong man—though perh Back in print after a decade, Brokedown Palace is a stand-alone fantasy in the world of Steven Brust's bestselling Vlad Taltos novels. Beckinsale tasting a surprisingly spicy Thai dish, and 3.
This was an odd book. Anyway, I said it when I first read a Steven Brust novel, and I still say it now: He writes so well he makes me want to bite my wrists. I feel like a lot of it went over my head, so it'd be interesting to read a wikipedia article or something similar written by someone who actually understood it. I fell in love with each of the characters, I fell in love with the palace, both old and new, I fell in love with the land itself. But then many of my own personal travel anecdotes don't paint a complimentary picture either.
The chief among them was the Demon Goddess. To me, if the style were any different, the story would be changed, and that would be a crime. This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers. Where it differs from most palace intrigue novels is that there is no villain. Rating: Good and well worth seeing. Some of us have more than others but there really are only one or two people that you feel really close with, people that you can say are like your brother or sister. What I liked: the characters, especially Prince Vilmos, Countess Mariska, and Brigitta.
But they never get there - airport police find heroin in Alice's bag and the girls begin a 33-year sentence in a Thai jail, the 'brokedown palace' of the title. The next moment all of that has been taken away. I had to learn that I didn't have to understand what was going on when some of these characters said things. If it was neither Alice nor Dar, the only alternative I can see is that the bellboy who carried their luggage to the cab, as they were heading for the airport, stuffed the junk into the backpack when he was hidden by the open trunk of their taxi. We have it easy compared to some country's and believe it or not the music is a perfect catalyst for reflection on this subject. Naive high school graduates, best friends since childhood, take a high school trip and are taken in by a con man named Nick who get them into serious trouble. Whether she did it or not wasn't that important.