I feel as though I am making the biggest anti-reading proclamation EVER and must denounce my bookzenship, run off to Canada (no offense Canadians...you love everyone which is why we love YOU!) and whither away renting dvds at the local Blockbuster for income and pleasure.
*deep breath* ...are you ready?
I saw film version of The Lovely Bones last night and thought it was TOTALLY HANDS DOWN SOOO MUCH BETTER than the novel.
*ducks and cover*
But it's for realz, yo. And let me explain. I had absolutely NO INTENTION of even watching the movie. I mean, I read Lovely Bones a few years back because everyone was raving about how it was so powerful and so brilliant for a book that hits mainstream (side note: what does THAT even mean?) and I was disappointed. Like, disappointed as if I was jumped off of a diving board only to find out that there was no water in the pool. Yup. THAT disappointed.
The Lovely Bones was the very first book I reviewed here at Reading Thru The Night, so for that, we will always have a special bond. When I reviewed it, I gave it three stars. I was definitely trying to figure out what I wanted here in the blog-o-world and I admit, I was awfully all over the place. (You'll notice now I don't post ratings because they are too permanent for me. Sometimes a book grows on me. Sometimes it runs away from me. Who knows where my headspace is.). So, since then I would probably say The Lovely Bones earned about two stars.
Wanna know an important line from that review?
"I just was not as emotionally captivated as I expected"
Which, you know, once THAT happens...what can you do, right? I did mention that maybe I wasn't emotionally captivated because of my expectations, blah blah blah...but bottom line...I had high expectations for Jane Eyre and LOVED that one. So, no deal there. Brilliance doesn't disappear with opinions.
So here it's been going on a few weeks now that I've seen the film version pop up on my HBOSHOWTIMECINEMAX channel and I hit -avoid-avoid-avoid. But last night, I'm laying in bed...tossing and turning...trying to get some sleep...but failing miserable when I finally cave. My thoughts were simple, I'll watch something that will disinterest (read: bore) me, thus putting me to sleep).
BUT THAT DIDN'T HAPPEN.
No. Instead I stayed up well into the near midnight hour, sobbing, cuddling with my cat, wishing that I hadn't started this damn film.
So what were the differences?
The movie pulled me in. The narration was beautiful; the acting incredible. The imagery blew me away. It obviously captured what Sebold was attempting to do with her language, but someone, for me, failed.
I don't believe in Heaven or Hell. I don't really believe in an afterlife, and I guess, if pushed came to shoved, the most i could concede is that our ENERGY goes back into the universe, but doesn't necessarily take a physical shape. (So, I guess kinda like Hinduism, but not?) But the film version of The Lovely Bones wanted me to believe. Susie's in-between was amazing and I loved how it coincided with the events going on in her life. Plus, the authenticity of the time period was remarkable.
All in all, I wept. I didn't get much sleep. I was impressed.
The book. Not so much.
(I realize that there were many people who didn't like the film? Maybe I was in a sensitive mood. LOL, but it's my story and I'm sticking too it!)
Have you seen the film, read the book? What are your thoughts?