I goofed! Somehow, I got my dates confused for the blogfest, so I’m doing day one and two together. Sorry everyone!
I’m supposed to write about movies I loved, but where the original novel left me cold. Or the movie that prompted me to read the book.
Usually, those are one and the same.
I know it sounds odd, but I have this interesting (and often useful) issue. I don’t forget something I’ve read or seen. Ever.
Yes, details might grow squiffy, but I only need to see an image associated with the story or read a bit of it, and I recognize it instantly.
The blessing in this is that I have this living encyclopedia of plots in my head.
The curse is that if I read a book first, the movie will be ruined, because it jars with the story I have in my head already (and hopefully liked). The same is true for the reverse.
So, to think of a recent example, The Lucky One, by Nicholas Sparks. The changes to the movie weren’t all that big, but big enough to spend most of the book going “hey wait” and comparing it with the movie I’d enjoyed.
And anything that jars me out of the story gets to me.
In a sense, I’m more forgiving if I read the book first. I guess it’s because I can see film adaptions as items to themselves, while the book always feels connected to the movie for me. So that’s what I do these days. I either read the book first, or I avoid reading it at all.
Anyone else share my unique brand of insanity?
The adaption I’d most like to see (yep, as far as I can think, there is only one…):
A modern remake of Scaramouche by Rafael Sabatini.