February 15, 2013
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I saw a movie last night. I should learn to read the book after I see the movie because I can't ever fully appreciate the movie for what it is without comparing it to the book. Each difference feels like a slap in the face and I have trouble getting it. I had someone tell me that people should appreciate each medium for what it is without trying to force one to be the other, but I can't help thinking that with everything that we know about the success of movies, why can't a movie that is based off of a book try to be as true to its counterpart as possible? If the person has blonde hair, make the actress playing the part have blonde hair. If someone is supposed to be wearing black lingerie, don't make it blue. If the food offering is supposed to be lemon meringue pie, get lemon meringue pie. Why can't script writers at least try to work with the material already there?
I understand creative license and how some things won't work conceptually in a film. Believe me, with all of the Nicholas Sparks books I've read, I can see why someone would want to change the ending to some stories. However, I will never understand changing some big events and small details, especially if the book is a part of the series where those things play larger roles later. And I will not ever forgive a film if characters are written out. No. Apologies not accepted. How would you feel if you were in a story but someone decided you weren't worth the effort? That you weren't important enough to keep around? Authors don't create superfluous characters, just like God doesn't create people who aren't important. This has nothing to do with religion, but I think everyone exists for a purpose. So don't take someone out because you'll change that purpose.
Also, M. Night Shyamalan should never direct another movie. Ever. How would he feel if someone decided to pronounce his name like "Em Nite Shamallamamama"? Because that's what he did to The Last Airbender's characters. That movie was a big disaster. It hurt my soul and not many movies can do that. So, congratulations, Mr. Shyamalan. Or Mr. Shamallamamamamalalaman.
I apologize for this rant. Well, sort of.
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