This week I watched two movies based on books I've read in the last few years.
The first was The Night Listener by Armistad Maupin - a very good book - a thriller, with lots of twists and turns and enticingly written about a gay broadcaster who becomes friends by telephone with a fan, a boy who was horribly abused by both mother and father. When I heard they were making a movie I thought fantastic. So I finally got the movie in the post. Within about 15 minutes the mystery which occupies the first half of the book as I recall is revealed and exposed. I was flabbergasted. I mean I saw that Maupin was on the production team. Did he just lose his mind letting his creation be sullied and ruined like this? So I wondered how they were going to fill the rest of the film? It was crap - utter shite. Do not watch this movie. Robin Williams does his best I guess with such a pants script. There is no momentum. The best part was played by Robin Williams boyfriend - youngish hunky type. I didnt come away convinced he was gay though, but everything else in his performance was fairly convincing. Everything else seemed so insincere - I was really disappointed. And also the film was only about 70 minutes long - ridiculous. The editor/director/script writers and anyone who agreed to act in the movie all need shooting. 2 out of 10 and that generous.
So the other movie I watched was Perfume: The Story of a Murderer based on the book by Patrick Suskind. I read the book a little while ago because it was rated quite highly by readers voting on a book poll by the BBC called The Big Read. Its one of those word of mouth books that just takes off and people who dont read from the moment they leave school get their hands on to look cool, read it and declare best book they ever read - omitting to mention its the ONLY book they ever read. So anyway I read lots, and frankly I was not all that impressed with the book. I liked the story, it was nicely written but didnt strike me as any great genius. Well I watched the film - AND WOW! I could kiss the feet of the the Director of photography Frank Griebe. And the Director Tom Tykwer. I had goose bumps for a full ten minutes towards the end of the film and realised I had stopped breathing altogether with the sheer power of it. Every image on the screen is indescribaly beautiful. It captures 18th century Paris exquisitely. Its an adult fairytale. I might have to watch it again before it goes back! John Hurt narrates - I love that man's voice, Dustin Hoffman, Alan Rickman star along side the lovely vulnerable British answer to Christian Bale Ben Whishaw and a whole bevvy of unknown female beauties who are almost seen naked. But thats not why I loved the film - honest! It makes me want to go to provence immediately.I highly recommend this 8.5 out of 10.
Have you seen any films that utterly corrupted the book or alternatively improved upon it in your opinion?