Marshall & screenplay writer Robin Swicord apparently did a good job toning down the implicit racism of the original book, but the sickly sweet enduring subservience of the plot manages to be more grimly misogynistic than Pretty Woman, a significant feat. The fact that it's visually about a zillion times far more attractive than Pretty Woman makes it easier to watch in a more goldfish like way, which is a good thing if you were planning on holding your wayward female relative captive and use repeated viewings as a brain washing device. Fundamentally, it's impossible to recommend a film where the happy outcome consists of a woman becoming the official mistress of a guy she falls in love with as a kid. It's just all wrong.
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