Like many of your our LBSW team is apart at the moment. Our weekly film club is designed to bring us all together through our shared love of book-to-film adaptations. Every Monday we’ll announce a new film to review. This week we watched The BFG, enjoy.
A jumbly scrumpet of babblement and swizzfigging fun, Spielberg’s adaptation of Roald Dahl’s The BFG is a glory of pure imagination from start to finish… if a little bit frightsome. The film follows the friendship of the BFG and Sophie, an orphan whom he whisks off to a land of magic, dreams and – most importantly – giants.
After Sophie is captured from her bedroom – the sort of delicious horror that only Dahl could have come up with – she resigns herself to being cooked and eaten by the BFG. But he isn’t the Big Friendly Giant for nothing, and soon they embark on an unlikely and poignant friendship that sustains the majority of the film. There is peril – Sophie is hunted by the much BIGGER and not at all friendly giants that have shunned the BFG (they really do eat ‘human beans’ or just ‘beans’ for short!) – but that isn’t really what it’s all about.
Just like the book before it, The BFG is dark, unafraid to linger on death, danger and nightmares despite its youthful audience – however meaningful sentimentality, friendship and trust win out. Like the BFG himself, Spielberg’s film feels conscious of its size and regularly reminds its audience of the importance of the little things… of dreams, wishes and protecting one’s glasses from big, clumsy giant feet. As adults who read and delighted in The BFG as children, the film engulfs you in nostalgia, like a cosy blanket on a cold night.
All in all, it is perfectly de-lumptious.