So, you know how it is – you’re at a party listening
to someone who is justifying your misanthropy. Your fake smile is hurting your
teeth. Your partner said she was just going to the bathroom for a moment, but
that was half an hour ago. You haven’t said a single word in all that time, but
your new best bud hasn’t noticed. You imagine being able to open your mouth
wide enough to just lean forward and swallow them whole and the tremendous
pleasure you’d take in shitting them out the following morning. Somewhere along
the line they’ve gleaned you’re a writer and they’ve been telling you all about
the sort of book you should be writing and how they only read quality stuff
like Danielle Steel or Jackie Collins and then, out of the blue they’ll say – Books are always way better than films.
They’ll back this up by telling you how the film of The DaVinci Code wasn’t a patch on the book without ever
considering that while the film was so bad it could only have been made worse
if Jeremy Clarkson had been in it, it was certainly no worse than the
scuttering pile of arse gravy of a book it was based on. Eventually you just
think Fuck this and kick them in the
banjos/flange before making your excuses and leaving.
There are so many cases where the film is at worst on
a par with the book it’s based on and in several cases vastly better. This
year, for example, sees the big screen release of Noah. Seriously, Noah, for fuck sake. (The tag line is – I’m the father of a soaking son and the
husband of a drenched wife and I will have my big boat full of animals in this
life or the next!). Now, no matter how bad that film is - and I’d rather
let Christopher Dean do a triple axle spin thing on my knackers than see it -
it will still be better than the book it’s based on – Genesis (which is about how God made Phil Collins and Peter
Gabriel and stuff).
And what about The
Hunger Games? The films manage to skirt over some of the frankly
staggeringly awful plot holes in the book (although not the biggest one about
the selection process – please see prior rant in a previous issue) and it had
that fantastic laugh out loud moment when all those people watching the screens
did the really corny salute thing. Add this to the fact that despite the film
being a whopping 142 minutes long, it’s still a lot quicker than having to sit
down and actually wade through the books.
Next year we are to be treated to the big screen
version of Fifty Shades of Grey. I
struggle to imagine a way in which the film could be any worse than the book.
Again, possibly if Jeremy Clarkson was cast as Grey - Do it to me, do it to me like you’re shooting a badger while setting
fire to a gypsy camp.
Sometimes you can see a film that is so tremendously
bad and yet inexplicably popular that you think the book must have been very
good and they’ve just made an orangutan’s anus of the film. But don’t be
tricked. This sort of thinking can lead you to do terrible things like reading Twilight, or Eragon. These are perfect examples of instances where the reader’s
imagination is so strong that they actually imagine the book they’re reading
isn’t cock cheese.
There are times where, although the book and the film
are different in many ways, the director has managed to capture the atmosphere
of the book so successfully that you don’t notice the changes. Lasse Halstrom
did a superb job of making his 2000 film Chocolat
exactly as boring as the book it was based on by Joanne Harris.
Of course, there are many books where both the book
and the movie are good, even if in some cases they’re quite different. A case
in point is Phillip K. Dick’s Do Androids
Dream of Electric Sheep? which was filmed as Bladerunner. One of the main reasons I wanted to mention this
particular writer here is so I could tell you that in all truthfulness I am a
massive Dick fan. The movie doesn’t stick strictly to the book, but it’s
equally successful. And this is also the case with Pierre Boulle’s Planet of the Apes. I’m also quite a big
Boulles fan. Between Dick and Boulle my weekends are always exciting and I can
often be seen with a Dick in one hand and, well, you get the idea with that
one.
So, to sum up, what are the main ways in which many
films are better than books?
2. They’re not as long – all descriptions of each individual fucking rock that Frodo and the gang passed on the way to Mordor have been thankfully left out of the 150 hour movie, for instance.
3. Some films of books have Liv Tyler in them whereas no books actually feature her.
I hope that clears up any misunderstandings.
Glad I could help.
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