OK - I've not actually seen 9 1/2 weeks. But I wanted a suitable summary title.
When I first saw this romantic fantasy, aged 16 and I was 'undecided' and, frankly fancied both the grown-up girl and boy castaways as they naturally, but reluctantly fell into love. Natural, unforced nudity is clean and pure and to witness these two heavenly creatures being human mermaids was - and frankly is, still a joy. I strongly felt at the time that Brooke Shields was the most perfect creature on God's Earth, because of her part in this film.
The storyline to this oft derided tale of Castaway romance is straight out of a Disney feature. All it needs is a shaggy dog (or is that the story itself?) to complete it.
You know, shipwrecked as a couple of young kids, an Ooh-arghh of a pirate like uncle to raise them and somehow they grow up in perfect health and when the old man snuffs it they still have perfect health and an idyllic life together. An ever-present mysterious enemy never really causes more than the odd bad dream. And no one ever gets sunburned.
Viewing again after a decade, I find the trite dialogue painful, the ridiculousness of the scenarios gaping and obvious. In mid-winter Britain, now, however, this tropical paradise fable is a perfect antidote to real life.
Nostalgically, The Blue Lagoon will always have a special, but seldom spoken of place in my heart. Those of who "do", will and those who "don't" will never. And I totally understand why. Whichever camp someone is in.
When I first saw this romantic fantasy, aged 16 and I was 'undecided' and, frankly fancied both the grown-up girl and boy castaways as they naturally, but reluctantly fell into love. Natural, unforced nudity is clean and pure and to witness these two heavenly creatures being human mermaids was - and frankly is, still a joy. I strongly felt at the time that Brooke Shields was the most perfect creature on God's Earth, because of her part in this film.
The storyline to this oft derided tale of Castaway romance is straight out of a Disney feature. All it needs is a shaggy dog (or is that the story itself?) to complete it.
You know, shipwrecked as a couple of young kids, an Ooh-arghh of a pirate like uncle to raise them and somehow they grow up in perfect health and when the old man snuffs it they still have perfect health and an idyllic life together. An ever-present mysterious enemy never really causes more than the odd bad dream. And no one ever gets sunburned.
Viewing again after a decade, I find the trite dialogue painful, the ridiculousness of the scenarios gaping and obvious. In mid-winter Britain, now, however, this tropical paradise fable is a perfect antidote to real life.
Nostalgically, The Blue Lagoon will always have a special, but seldom spoken of place in my heart. Those of who "do", will and those who "don't" will never. And I totally understand why. Whichever camp someone is in.