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My Oxford Year Is A Terrible Film Adaptation

My Oxford Year Is A Terrible Film Adaptation
Corey Mylchreest as Jamie and Sofia Carson as Anna in "My Oxford Year."This article contains spoilers for My Oxford Year.I am the type of person who always wants to read the book before I see the movie. So when Netflix first announced that two of the streamer’s most popular small-screen stars, Sofia Carson and Corey Mylchreest, would be starring together in a romance based on Julia Whelan’s novel My Oxford Year, I immediately added the book to my TBR list.  The story begins with Ella (played by Sofia) leaving to fulfill a lifelong dream, studying at Oxford. Almost immediately upon arrival, Corey’s character, Jamie – a charming and rakish man – speeds past her in a vintage car, soaking her with water. She tells him off, and, of course, he ends up being the professor for her graduate course on poetry. Then, of course, the pair of enemies quickly become lovers, albeit casual ones. At least, that’s the intention. Ella is supposed to return to the States for her dream job, and Jamie doesn’t want a commitment. In the book, Ella (whose character’s name is Anna in the film), eventually realises that there may be more to Jamie’s commitment phobia than originally thought. He has a secret: He has terminal cancer.Sofia Carson as Anna in My Oxford Year.While the My Oxford Year adaptation follows these elements of the book’s overall story arc, it waters down the rest of the novel, diluting its essence with simplified storylines, unnecessary tropes and an unrealistic depiction of death. Put simply, My Oxford Year, which is now streaming on Netflix, is a terrible adaptation.It’s so bad that it can’t even be saved by Sofia Crson, whom Vanity Fair has declared to be Netflix’s “first bona fide movie star” after her string of successful films for the streamer (Feel the Beat, Purple Hearts, Carry-On and The Life List). The biggest problem is that Sofia has almost zero on-screen chemistry with Corey (save for a moment with kebabs and another in the library). Also, Claire Finlay-Thompson’s overly stuffy styling (think fitted sweaters and office-appropriate skirts) makes Sofia’s character appear far too formal for a Gen-Z graduate student. However, the biggest problem lies in the writing. In the book, Sofia’s character is significantly more complex and interesting – she is more than a stereotypically naïve American embarking on a coming-of-age journey abroad. Ella is a Rhodes Scholar who has been asked to work remotely from Oxford as the education consultant for the political campaign of rising star Janet Wilkes. It’s her dream job. In contrast, in the movie, Anna is set to start a lucrative “Wall Street job”. Her character is devoid of any ambition other than making money. She has no motivation or passion for her work. She has no desire to change the world and advocate for others. This makes her movie counterpart one-dimensional and directionless.The writers do attempt to give her some complexity as a Hispanic young woman navigating a predominantly white and wealthy environment. However, even this attempt falls short because the tension is reduced to a single encounter in a pub in which another student accuses Anna of fulfilling a diversity quota. Because her identity doesn’t come up again, it turns the pub scene into the very thing it’s criticising: an ill-executed grasp at meaningful representation.  Also, in the book, Ella is still processing the grief of her dad’s death, and its emotional toll serves as one of the things that forms a deeper and unexpected connection between Ella and Jamie, because he lost his brother. In the movie, Anna’s parents are both still alive. Without this thread, the connection between Anna and Jamie in the movie feels as tenuous as any study-abroad fling instead of the life-changing love story that it is supposed to be. Jamie’s character is also less developed. As a lover of poetry, one of his biggest arcs in the book is the transition from reader to writer. This never occurs in the movie, and his only real arc is figuring out how to navigate his grief-stricken family, a problem that is far too-easily and predictably solved.The one thing Jamie’s character has going for him is that he is being played by Corey who, thankfully, brings the same charm to the character that he brought to young King George in Netflix’s Queen Charlotte even though he isn’t given that much material to work with. Corey Mylchreest as Jamie in My Oxford Year.Similarly, the cast of secondary characters that are supposed to be Anna’s friends are portrayed caricatures instead of people. They are reduced to the stereotype of quirky Brits and never given the chance to become more than the exaggerated expressions and overacted dialogue they deliver (one particularly painful example of this occurs during a surprise party). These developmental shortcomings are exacerbated by the trope-filled plot. There’s the far-too-cliché scene of them dancing with other partners to make each other jealous, a Halloween party in which Anna is one of the only guests in costume, a dash together through the rain, a potential love triangle that fizzles far too quickly because the guy turns out to be a “meathead rower”, karaoke and an arbitrary group singalong. All of these additions are cringey and predictable and detract from the love story that never really gets a chance to be told. However, what is ultimately most egregious is the way that the movie glosses over Jamie’s disease and death. Because the book delves into Ella’s caretaking of Jamie and the limitations his cancer places on their relationship, I wasn’t expecting the movie to miss the mark so badly. But it does.Jamie’s cancer is reduced to a single bag of chemo, and his decline occurs amid an artsy montage of the places they could have traveled together, cementing this movie as just another unrealistic portrayal of illness and death that is too peaceful, too clean, too easy. The unimaginative ending shouldn’t have been surprising because the movie misses every other mark. The cinematography even somehow manages to make Oxford look droll, and the soundtrack is so void of emotional resonance that it feels like it was selected in post-production by AI. Within this era of the adaptation — every popular romance seems to be on its way to the small screen — the quality of My Oxford Year probably won’t matter. The combination of the book’s fan base and the viewers excited to see Sofia and Corey together on-screen almost guarantees that My Oxford Year will debut in Netflix’s Top 10 list. It’s unlikely to matter that the end result is shoddy. However, if you are in want of an emotional love story, I suggest turning off the TV and opening Whelan’s book because, in this case, without a doubt, the book is better.My Oxford Year is streaming on Netflix now. MORE FILM NEWS:This Latest James Bond Announcement Is Exciting News For Peaky Blinders FansLiam Neeson Shares Why He Found Pamela Anderson Naked Gun Sex Scenes 'A Little Strange''I Hate It': Jason Momoa Is Not Happy With The Results As He Shaves Off His Beard For Film Role

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