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I Dreamed of Africa

The book I Dreamed of Africa was made into the movie I Dreamed of Africa.

Which one did you like better, the book or the movie?  There are 4 votes for the book, and 6 votes for the movie.

Book details for I Dreamed of Africa

I Dreamed of Africa was written by Kuki Gallman. The book was published in 1991 by Viking Penguin. More information on the book is available on Amazon.com.

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Movie details for I Dreamed of Africa

The movie was released in 2000 and directed by Hugh Hudson. I Dreamed of Africa was produced by Sony Pictures. More information on the movie is available on Amazon.com and also IMDb.

Actors on this movie include Kim Basinger, Vincent Perez, Liam Aiken, Garrett Strommen, Eva Marie Saint, Daniel Craig, Lance Reddick, Connie Chiume, James Ngobese, Joko Scott, Nick Boraine, Susan Danford, Ian Roberts, Susan Monteregge, Jessica Perritt, Stephen Jennings, Patrick Lyster, Winston Ntshona, John Carson and Shannon Esrechowitz.

 

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Based on the memoirs of party-girl-turned-conservationist Kuki Gallman, I Dreamed of Africa never comes close to living up to its title; the mood is more prosaic travelogue than oneiric wonderment. After a car accident warns Kuki of her mortality, she res... Read More
Based on the memoirs of party-girl-turned-conservationist Kuki Gallman, I Dreamed of Africa never comes close to living up to its title; the mood is more prosaic travelogue than oneiric wonderment. After a car accident warns Kuki of her mortality, she resolves to grow up, a process that mysteriously involves marrying a man she barely knows and moving with him and her young son to the wilds of South Africa. There she learns new beau Paolo is less reliable than she thought, but also that the sun-baked plains and roaming beasts of Africa speak to her in a way the nightlife of Italy did not. (We learn of her blossoming humanity because she introduces herself to the servants; a probing study of interpersonal relationships this isn't.) Kim Basinger obviously feels connected to the role--she can stride across a room with a majestic self-righteousness that the film should have drawn upon more--but she's defeated by a script composed of repetitive vignettes that have no cumulative effect and a director (Hugh Hudson) who keeps the film's emotional impact curiously flat and diffuse except for the crass, manipulative moments every 20 minutes or so. Sure the photography's lovely, but really, how hard is it to get a nice shot of flamingoes at dawn? --Bruce Reid