Rebecca

By Emilsk Von Palmovor and Hannatt Borett

This is an essay about Rebecca She was a woman, but then again so is half the world’s population. She was married to a man who looked like a tortoise. She pissed him off so he killed her. Then he married another woman. This was silly because she didn’t have a name. She was also a woman. So was Daphne Du Maurier. She did have a name however, but she liked to write books about nymphomaniacs, a bit like this one really.

The main difference between the two dramatisations is that one is ever so slightly less boring than the other, mainly because it’s much shorter. But overall you’d be better off spending your Sunday afternoons watching something normal like “Ballykissangel” or “Wildlife on Two”. Also they have different actors. This is because if Carlton had used the same ones they’d be either dead or wrinkly, but no worse than Charles Dance we suppose.

Maxim didn’t like Rebecca because she did it with an old codger and her cousin. Rebecca’s cousin not the old codgers cousin; the old codger was a man you fool! Nobody knows how Maxim killed Rebecca. Daphne reckons he shot her. We think he force-fed her lumpy custard until she exploded. Serves her right-the incestuous little cow.

It’s a really silly story because nothing of even MILD interest happens. In fact, the climactic point of both films is when a random dog with the uncanny name of Jasper meets another old codger (not the one Rebecca did it with) in a wonky shack by the sea. It is ironic that this particular old codger is barking mad. This is symbolic of Jasper barking. Jasper barks because he is a dog and so they get on rather well, until the silly woman without a name rudely interrupts. It is possible that she thought that the old codger was going to eat Jasper (who barks). However, this is not the case as the barking mad old codger does not eat dogs (who bark) on Thursdays. This is entirely irrelevant; as we have no actual idea whether or not it was a Thursday - but it is possible. In fact there is a one in seven chance, which narrows it down considerably. It is a better chance than one in eight and a worse chance than one in six.

There is another climactic point in the Hitchcock version, when another silly woman (not the one without a name - this one’s called Danvas) with incredibly greasy hair and a face which vaguely resembles a baboons bottom, asks if the silly woman without a name who married a silly old codger with a name, whether or not she would like to try on Rebecca’s underwear. This is climactic because it is a climax.

The silly woman without a name is silly and has a lot of hats. She wears them on her head, which is strange and symbolic of the idiocy of the film. She should burn them all then she would be hatless (i.e. without hat). This would make her very upset because she likes hats. We do not know why she likes hats, but she does seem to really like them. Her liking hats so very much is symbolic of symbolism.

The music in both films is a bit naff really. This is what it all sounds like: “Eeeeeeeoww brrrr ding ding ding wowwwww bong! bong! BONG! Bish bash! Thump wallop. Ouch that’s my big toe you stupid bugger”. There is then a loud cricket effect, which is silly because the film is about hats, dogs, mad old codgers and people screwing their cousins.

And so we are forced to ask: “Why is there a cricket effect?” It could be that crickets lived in a few of her many hats. And she does seem to really like hats. We wonder if she has really cold ears. If this is the case she should go down to Sainsbury’s and buy herself a pair of purple fluffy earmuffs exactly like the pair we haven’t got. Some people are so stupid.

And so we conclude that it’s a particularly rubbish film – don’t bother to see it as it is so particularly naff. Unless you happen to really like hats, in which case it’s a must see. And crickets. It’s definitely a film for you cricket lovers out there. And if you happen to like bonking your cousin you might want to give it a go. Although being neither hat lover nor cricket lover nor cousin bonker we didn’t particularly like it. In fact it was the biggest pile of shit we have ever laid eyes on.

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