When Books Throw Up All Over Hollywood
Don’t get me wrong, I do love to see my favorite series actualized as a feature film. There’s a certain measure of excitement that comes with finally getting to see Hogwarts, or watching Legolas frolic unhindered through the forests of Middle Earth. But for every well done novel interpretation, there seems to be a plethora of poorly translated ones. Percy Jackson comes to mind. And the sad, sad travesty that was Eragon.
Either Hollywood has saturated its pool of plot ideas, or they’ve gripped their claws into the misguided notion that only fans of books go to the movies anymore. Where’s the innovation? The top ten movies of the past four years have almost universally been based on popular novels or sequels to the comic book franchise. What happened to movies like The Matrix and Inception—films steeped so deeply in the human psyche that your head explodes when the credits run? Where are the modern Titanics and Moulin Rouges, love stories so potent that you vow never to watch another movie again (until the next one comes around)?
Even though The Hunger Games was great, and I have high hopes for the City of Bones, it pains me a little to only see movies that I already know the ending to. I don’t want to spoil anything for anyone, but yes, Peta and Katniss get through their relationship problems, as well as Clary and Jace. How do I know? BECAUSE I READ IT ALREADY. It’s not nearly as fun as experiencing a story you’ve never seen before.