After yesterday’s post, I’m determined not to blog from bed, where I’m more likely to get overly passionate and delve into a frothing rant.
So I’m reading on Salon this morning before getting up, and a click on last night’s Democratic debate leads to a another click on Britney Spears comeback album, Blackout.
Excerpt . . .
But “Blackout’s” attempts at sexual liberation ache with desperation: In “Get Naked,” Spears, presumably drunk and/or high at 3 a.m., accosts someone leaving a party with unsexy lines like, “Baby I’m a freak and I don’t really give a damn” and “I’m crazy as a motherfucker.” Maybe you’d better sleep this one off, Britney. Stop unbuckling our belt.
Nothing really woke me up until I saw an ad halfway down that story that read: “How long would you wait for love? Love in the Time of Cholera, Nov. 16.”
I suppose some folks love it when movies are made of their favorite books, and I’m just a grump, but to me, Lord of the Rings (the films) cheapened my childhood memories. It took me a year to read that book at 9, and six months when I reread it at 13. The only clue I had to how someone else imagined the characters looking was the art on the cover. Everything else I had to imagine.
Reading Lord of the Rings now, Aragorn looks like Viggo Mortensen and Elijah Wood is inseparable from Frodo. I wish I’d never watched it. For me, movies made from novels tend to cheapen the reading experience.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez may be the best fiction writer of all time. One Hundred Years of Solitude is the perfect novel, hitting on every emotion and every relationship possibility over 100 years and 5 generations of a town.
And Cholera . . . there’s never been a more perfect love story. It takes a few hundred pages and a few weeks of reading to fully convey the yearning that Florentio Ariza feels for Fermina Daza over 50 years. Can that sort of waiting-for-love come across in two hours?
I’m throwing out some bold claims, but I give these two books “most perfect novel ever” and “best love story ever” status. I’m interested in what others come to mind from folks that may top these.
So is this film going to be the best love-story movie ever? I’m curious, but probably not enough to risk watching it. The story’s already perfect on paper and in my mind.
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give love in the time of cholera the movie a chance …you won;t be dissapointed marquez was happy loveinthetime.com
You should see the film. Don’t expect it to be the book. Just expect to see a good film. I am sure that it is.
I’m always excited when a book I love is made into a movie, and then incredibly disappointed by everything they leave out, and the characters who don’t live up to my imagining. Still, my curiosity will probably always win out and I’ll watch the movie versions and then suffer the consequences of my dissapointment. I guess it’s not as bad for me because I don’t reread books.