based on the novel by Robert Louis Stevenson
As my friend Natalya and I witnessed this BSkyB adaptation of Treasure Island, we both became increasingly aware that the only real memory of Treasure Island we had was via Muppet Treasure Island, one of my favorite movies as a kid. (At the very least, one of the movies I actually remember seeing as a kid, which could really mean anything. But I am fond of it and wish desperately find the soundtrack at an affordable price.) I’ve never read the original novel or been moved to; in fact, the main reason we were watching was because Eddie Izzard was playing Long John Silver, a role we didn’t have to map to a Muppet to piece out.
College certainly broadens your horizons. While the general attitude towards spoilers among my circles in high school was unadulterated fear (we looked upon the gent who spoiled Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince with both dread and amazement), I have discovered people who actually enjoy being spoiled, wonder of wonders. They say that knowing the ending, or at least some of the smaller details, puts them at ease and helps them focus on the work at hand, be it a film or a book. io9 recently posted an article about how no one is as unspoiled as we once were, and, in light of meeting people who embrace spoilers heartily, I thought I’d glance back over my personal stance on spoilers. (Below the cut are some vague spoilers regarding The Lord of the Rings and Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde–don’t say I didn’t warn you.)