“Oh papa, I do love you”. This line taken from the big-screen
adaptation of Sidney Sheldon’s second novel THE OTHER SIDE OF MIDNIGHT somehow stuck
with me throughout the years. Whenever I
think of the movie or its stars, I always blurt out the line, which ultimately became
a catch phrase in my entourage (meaning my boyfriend). It certainly sets the tone for the film
ridiculous but so addictive story of love gone wrong. In fact, most of Sheldon’s adaptations are
about bad relationships. Whether set in
WWII (THE OTHER SIDE OF MIDNIGHT) or in Hollywood (A STRANGER IN THE MIRROR) or
in Romania behind the Iron-Curtain (WINDMILLS OF THE GODS) no one is left
unfazed, which to trash connoisseurs like you and I is pure joy.
The first time I ever laid
eyes on a Sheldon book was when RAGE OF ANGELS was topping the paperback best-seller
lists, which was around 1981 if I remember correctly. I was in my late teens, having spent my youth
reading solely horror. But I had a
friend who introduced me to the author swearing I was going to have as much of
a swell time. At first I was a bit
hesitant. How could he ever top the
likes of King, Koontz or Saul (yes, Saul)?
But ultimately he did. That’s how
I came to know about fast-paced, sexually-charged roman à clefs that could
literary blow my mind. Strange that it occurred
during my tumultuous bouts of my own sexuality, but it did, in a big way. From then on I was a Sheldon man, grabbing
any work of his I could get my hands on.
When I finished with him, I switched to Jackie Collins, then after her,
Harold Robbins. I mean, I was on a roll.
In 1983 I became even more
ecstatic when I found out there was to be a mini-series adaptation of RAGE OF
ANGELS on NBC, and it was going to star my fave Charlie’s angel, Jaclyn Smith. Suffice to say I had the greatest time
watching her in it. The TV event was
such a rating success that it spawned a sequel (the only one not based on a
Sheldon novel) and many other adaptations like MASTER OF THE GAME in ’84, IF
TOMORROW COMES in ’86, MEMORIES OF MIDNIGHT in ’91… Speaking
of MEMORIES OF MIDNIGHT, this one is the sequel to the megahit THE OTHER SIDE
OF MIDNIGHT released on the big screen in 1977. I saw it on TV some late night in the mid-80s. The late Marie-France Pisier does a fabulous
job playing mega-bitch Noelle. Her
journey from the slums of Paris to the beds of the most powerful men around the
globe makes for a fun trashy experience.
And no one does it better than Sheldon since he wrote the screenplay.
Rumor has it that Susan Sarandon,
who plays the other lead (Catherine), refuses to talk about the film, that she’s
even omitted it from her filmography. A
shame, for I certainly would be interested to know of her input; however
negative it may turns out to be. As for
Sheldon’s later works, though not all slam-dunks, they always brought me joy. They still do today with author Tilly Bagshawe taking over after his death in 2007. But one thing’s
for sure: there will never be another
one like him. He was the best in the
business. So rest in piece, dear sir. But you are surely missed.
Until next post—Martin
2 comments:
Oh my God, I LOVE Sidney Sheldon!! My Mom was a huge fan of his and at the time I was still a bit too young to read his books (my interests were more towards horror at that point--who knows why she thought that might've been more acceptable). It's only within the last few years that I've caught with some of his novels. Only five so far, but my favorite is Master of the Game. Ironically enough, I remember watching the miniseries starring Dyan Cannon with my mother when I was younger. Not sure why I was allowed to watch the movie but not read the book. Granted, Sidney never won a Pulitzer, but the man could have some serious life altering moments for his characters occur within the space of two pages. Love it!
Thanks for your input. Love to meet other fans. Oh, and welcome.
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