This is something that I have come to realize about myself recently. While some people get all up in arms about film versions of their favorite books ("What the fuck! His hair is supposed to be light brown, yet this actor's hair is clearly dark ash blonde!") I do not. Many of my favorite books have been made into films, and never has a movie been completely faithful to its source. However, I typically don't care, provided one thing: that it's good.
Perhaps it comes from reading mythology, of which there are a zillion different versions. But as long as the story is the same, and it's told well, then I don't care about how it's packaged. I can (in time - sometimes it takes work) learn to appreciate the book and the movie as separate entities, trying to tell the same stories. And sometimes I'll be in the mood to hear the tale told through cinema, and sometimes I'll want the written version.
In other news, I have just seen some stills from the new film, what is it, "The Return of the King"? And Minas Tirith looks Fucking. Sweet. I love you Denethor!
Screw trauma, I will need to be seeing that cinematic retelling.
Friday
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