Feb 09 2007
Books I read only after seeing the movie
Doppelganger at 50 Books has a post of lists that she intends to write, among them "Books I read only after seeing the movie." Most of the time, it’s the other way around–I read the book, and then I bemoan the adaptation.* But here we are…
- J.R.R. Tolkein, Fellowship of the Ring: To be fair, I had read The Hobbit years before the LOTR films were released. I still haven’t read the other two thirds of the trilogy.
- C.S. Lewis, Chronicles of Narnia: Well, the first three books, anyway. I was getting sick of Lewis by the end of the third book and had to put my impressive one-volume set down. I know I should like it, but I just don’t.
- Lemony Snicket, A Series of Unfortunate Events: The film was great, and I soon received the first two books as a Christmas gift. I was hooked immediately. Since first receiving those books (Christmas 2005), I’ve read all 13 books and the Unathorized Autobiography. Wonderful stuff, and the film was a decent interpretation.
- J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the [X]: I’m noticing a fantasy theme in this list. I long resisted Potter-mania, fulfilling my Anglo-American duty by restricting myself to the films. I’ve been pleasantly surprised by the books, though I think that Snicket and Gaiman are far better writers in the children’s lit genre.
That’s all that comes to mind. Short list, but I’ll add some more if I can think of any.
Anyone else?
*A secondary list: Worst movie adaptations ever. Of course, to qualify for this list, the book has to be really good and the movie proportionately bad.
- Timeline (2003, dir. Richard Donner): Oh, my. Where do I start? The Crichton novel was truly innovative, and one of his best. It balanced astrophysics and story nearly perfectly–also, it noted the language differences between modern English and middle English. But Donner’s interpretation is a silly action film that is sillier and more cliche-laden than the worst Lethal Weapon film.
- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (2005, dir. Mike Newell): Perhaps I’m being unfair when I group this mediocre film with the mindless dreck in the first item. I place it here, though, because the novel is excellent while the film has a great deal of problems. Characters appear in places without any context for them being there, important subtexts are excluded–all in all, I think this book was simply too big to be adapted to film. Newell tried the best he could, but I’ve never been satisfied with the result.
- The Lost World: Jurassic Park (1997, dir. Steven Spielberg): Filmmakers just don’t get what makes Michael Crichton such a good writer. He’s not a stellar master of prose, but he’s a genius at making science both entertaining and thrilling. He creates characters that the reader can care about while crashing toward an inevitable conclusion. Spielberg, who got it right the first time (although, notably, Crichton was involved in the script only for the first film and not for its sequel), delivered an awful adaptation with cardboard characters. The movie was pretty, and it was entertaining, but it bore little resemblance to Crichton’s excellent sequel.
- The Shining (1980, dir. Stanley Kubrick): Maybe I could have a secondary list to this one (I won’t, but I could–and Timeline would be on it, as well) titled, "How dare you so thoroughly screw up my favorite books." Kubrick was a master of enduring images, but his reworking of one of King’s best novels (only second to The Green Mile, Hearts in Atlantis, and maybe Bag of Bones) is a pathetic excuse for a psychological thriller. Ech. I’m going to stop before I go on too long.
Incidentally, I’m suspicious of any film adaptation of Michael Crichton or Steven King. King is especially good at psychological terror, but filmmakers just want to show the gory parts; Crichton novels are robbed of any nuance and made into bad action films (I’m looking at you, Congo).
