My Little Friends: Donna Tartt and fantasy casting

Pick up anything from my bookshelf, and I'll create an IMDB page for you, whether there's been an actual film made of the book or not.

Not strictly theatre or film, really - but perhaps something in between. Last week, I focussed on how easily a stage production can be transferred to the screen. Today, I'd like to do the same, but with literature.

I don't know about you, but I physically can't read a book without knowing exactly what each character looks and sounds like - even if they're a till operator or bus driver who appears for a matter of sentences. I actually have to put the book down and search the library of faces that we all have in our heads; even if I just pick a nameless neighbour or an obscure colleague. Otherwise, the scene just isn't complete.

In every single book I read, I have to create the equivalent of a fantasy football team - but with actors. Pick up anything from my bookshelf, and I'll create an IMDB page for you, whether there's been an actual film made of the book or not. You can imagine my intrigue when I finally saw the film version of Iain Banks's Complicity, having already mentally cast each and every character to my own design. I suppose this is why we should always read the book first - we see the individuals depicted only as they are described and how the writer intended them to look (to the best of our ability); not just who was successful at audition.

Let me take the book I've just finished as an example; The Little Friend by Donna Tartt. Tartt's second novel tells the story of Harriet, a young girl whose brother, Robin, was murdered when she was a baby. Harriet takes it upon herself to find Robin's killer and ensure justice is done - her prime suspect being a local boy who knew her brother as a child. What unfolds is a detailed picture of life in southern America; racism; poverty; religion, and family.

Some of the most interesting characters in this book are the Ratcliffs; a group of brothers (Farish, Eugene, Danny, and Curtis) known for their criminal records and disruptive behaviour. The narrative comes to focus on Danny; perhaps the most misguided and tragic of the four. He is described as  "...underfed, tough, with bitten fingernails. He was little more than a teenager, not too tall or too clean, with sharp cheekbones and lank hippy hair parted in the middle, but there was a scruffy, mean-edged coolness about him like a rock star". Originally, I had Lukas Haas in mind to 'play' Danny. Namely because of the long hair, and he was the first person who sprung to mind because of his hick-ish role in Mars Attacks. But as his character developed and his vulnerability and waywardness became more apparent, I finally settled on Josh Zuckerman. I know him best for his role as Eddie in Desperate Housewives; he also made a childhood cameo in The West Wing in Isaac and Ishmael; the one-off episode at the beginning of Season 3.

Josh Zuckerman as Eddie in Desperate Housewives

To me, he is the perfect cute-but-troubled-young-man-who-lost-his-way. As Eddie in particular, he has a slightly unkempt and uneasy feel about him, yet is easy to sympathise with. He can also switch between sweet and threatening in an instant, which is ideal for Danny. Are you beginning to see the method to my madness?

Then there's Danny's older brother, Farish - very much the ringleader of the brothers, with very few redeeming qualities. For him, the choice was easy; Jason Lee. Again, a regular TV actor, most of us know him as Earl from My Name is Earl. Due to his often deep southern drawl, ability to pull off a handlebar moustache, and convincingly evil performance in Dogma, he was always going to be my Farish. Although physically very different - Farish is described by Tartt as "a gigantic, bearded guy, a bear of a guy...Long dark hair, streaked with gray, straggled down past his shoulders". - I don't believe one has to be big (or hairy) to be threatening. Lee emits a sort of cat-like cunning when playing a baddie, and I think this could work very well with Farish. His voice also fits perfectly with the dialogue; harsh, yet melodic, and unmistakably bluegrass when he wants to be.

Jason Lee as Azrael in Dogma (1999)

The third of the brothers I'd like to mention is Eugene - 'the preacher'. A born-again Christian, Eugene practices bizarre methods of worship, including attempted snake-taming. He is often depicted by Tartt as 'the creepy one', especially - no spoilers! - towards the latter part of the novel. For him, I picked someone slightly unusual and lesser known; Ryan Cartwright - a British actor whom I know best for a minor role in Mad Men. Again, this was just a gut instinct based on appearance - "He was running a nervous hand through his hair (which he wore greased back, in the vanished hoodlum style of his teen years)" - but this one stuck, and the more I read, the more perfect he seemed to be.  His character in Mad Men is sleazy, distant, and unsociable, and his mannerisms awkward and unnatural - "Though Eugene was rich in faith the Lord had not seen fit to bless him with charisma or oratorical skill; and sometimes the obstacles he struggled against...seemed insurmountable". OK - he's not American, but who gets through drama school these days without at least attempting an accent?

Ryan Cartwright in Mad Men

The final character I'd like to focus on is Edie; Harriet's no-nonsense grandmother. This one was very easy; Angela Lansbury. perhaps more in her Murder She Wrote days, I don't think Tartt could disagree that she'd make a perfect Edie. Throughout her astoundingly extensive career, Lansbury has honed her if-looks-could-kill poker face and sharp, to-the-point tones to disapproving grandma idealism. Even the way Edie dresses - "Her suit - nipped at the waist, with three-quarter-length sleeves - was very severe, stylish too in its old-fashioned way" - just screams timeless class to me. And isn't that our Angela all over? Matthew Bourne recently gave an interview in which he praised her very highly indeed, and I completely agree; she is everything that is right with British and American cinema past and present, and has moved with the times elegantly and admirably. Therefore, it could only be her to complete my semi-star-studded cast.

Angela Lansbury in full Jessica Fletcher mode

I could go on and on about how I'd cast Ruth Wilson as Charlotte - Harriet's jaded, forlorn mother who has lost her son and whose daughters must now look after her - and Jill Clayburgh as Gum (The Ratcliffs' weathered, doting grandmother who long took over as their mother), but I think you get the idea. Unfortunately, my two top contenders for Harriet - Dakota Fanning and Mara Wilson - are now both too old to play such a part. I also had a young River Phoenix in mind for her school friend Hely, but that presents a completely different obstacle.

So, if you don't already partake - maybe try creating your own 'fantasy cast' next time you start a new book. You might just surprise yourself. And when the film of The Little Friend comes out - and we all know it will - and some clever clogs has nicked all of my ideas...you heard it here first, folks.

Posh Nosh for All the Senses: The Riot Club and the stage-to-screen genre

I'd heard terrible things from a couple of friends, and the trailer seemed to encapsulate everything that is wrong with British cinema, national pride, and fraternity. This, I soon realised, was precisely the point. 

The Riot Club (Sam Claflin, Douglas Booth, and Max Irons), 2014

So, it's been a while since my last post, but recently I've been trying more and more new things, and suddenly the creative juices started to flow like never before.

On a dreary Saturday night, not long ago, I found myself at somewhat of a loose end. Scouring the local theatre listings left me cold - maybe because it was actually about -2 degrees in the flat - and nothing much else was going on (and I'm one of those sad people who hasn't yet plucked up the courage to go to the cinema alone - well, at least not on a Saturday night). So, for want of anything more original to do, I settled in, cracked open a bottle of modestly priced, but perfectly drinkable Pinot Noir, and splashed out on a good old-fashioned film rental, courtesy of Blinkbox. My choice? Not one I would have expected, but in the end, I went for The Riot Club; Lone Scherfig's screen adaptation of Laura Wade's Posh (the screenplay was also written by Wade).

Now, the less said about Scherfig's previous endeavour, One Day, the better, but I was a huge fan of An Education, so I was willing to give this consequent coming-of-age, unmistakably British Film 4 collaboration a bash. I won't lie - I wasn't expecting to like, or even finish it. I'd heard terrible things from a couple of friends, and the trailer seemed to encapsulate everything that is wrong with British cinema, national pride, and fraternity. This, I soon realised, was precisely the point.

Now, I do apologise to anyone who genuinely found the film offensive, excessive, or generally hard to watch - I do understand why. Perhaps I've just watched too much Game of Thrones and studied the likes of Sarah Kane, Mark Ravenhill and Co. for too long, but I liked it. I'll admit, other than touching upon it briefly during Contemporary British Theatre in third year, I'm not terribly familiar with Posh, but Wade and Scherfig's adaptation for the screen did sit very well with me indeed. My favourite part by far is - spoiler alert? - when one of the characters is being mugged and, having been told "Enter the PIN number" by his attackers, cannot resist interjecting "Actually, it's just PIN".

I thought the film was well acted and well staged; the soundtrack fitted perfectly, and the casting was spot on. The reason it struck a chord with me so profoundly ties in exactly with what I've just said - staged. This film really got me thinking about plays that have been turned into films. Of course, there have been thousands of them, but I think it's a rare skill for a writer and/or director to be able to make that transition as smoothly as Wade and Scherfig have managed it with The Riot Club. I can imagine this film on the stage as clearly as it's on the screen in front of me - and, at the same time, had I not known its origins, I wouldn't have guessed. What's most remarkable is how few changes seem to have been made stylistically.

The difference between cinema and theatre is all in the dialogue. Would you know what on earth was going on were it not for the characters' conversations? No? In that case, you're probably watching a play. Cinema can go on for half an hour or more without anyone saying a word; there are montages, passage of time, an entire music video sometimes - even newspaper headlines flashing all over the place to let you know where you are and what's happening. Theatre - not so much. And that's why I love the stage-to-screen genre so much. In The Riot Club, you almost see the pages of the script turning as we flick from scene to scene. You witness Miles and Alistair's relationship unfold through their heated History tutorial debates; the social politics between the privately and state educated through recurrent discussions in the college bar. You can almost feel where the interval falls.

The plot is episodic and measured - language and dialogue very much drive this film, and bar the odd gratuitous love-making sequence, the director steers clear of indulgent visuals and drawn-out close-ups. We see this often - in The History Boys, for example (not that I'd welcome the comparison between Wade and Bennett), as well as Quills and Amadeus. The talking and the acting just don't stop and I, for one, can't get enough of it.

Use your words, film-makers; great things can happen when you simply pick up a script and read.