24 January 2003 | spereira
Here we are face to face with a generation filled with hope and dreams - like any other - that is forced to rethink its decisions (and lives) because of human intolerance.
I was about thirteen years old when I saw "The Last Convertible" and fell in love with it. If made into a feature film it might have been more satisfying, structure wise, for the miniseries format extracts a lot of the immediacy of the plot. However it does work as a whole because its lengthy time covers the wide span of the story as it was written by Anton Myer in the novel in which the movie is based. Here we are face to face with a generation filled with hope and dreams - like any other - that is forced to rethink its decisions (and lives) because of human intolerance. The war is the main character here, albeit a faceless one. The delicate Chris Farris (Deborah Rafkin) and her handsome suitors suffer with its imperialism and see their lives forever changed. They all look wonderful in their period clothes, especially a painfully good-looking Bruce Boxleitner. For me, though, what makes TLC so special is the sensual music that permeates the film. "Moonlight Serenade" never felt so becoming. Please bring it back!