Earlier this week I finished what I feel is a unusual and wonderful novel by a former Stroud Green resident, although she moved to the other side of Finsbury Park (but still N4!) and lived there while writing it. The book deserves wider readership and I highly recommend it.
Much of the London section is set in/around the Finsbury Park area. You can find other reviews (including from the Times Literary Supplement) online via Google.
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The reviews of the film verison of DP were so bad that I'm not going anywhere near the film lest it spoil my memories of the book.
Still, nothing beats the horror show that was Ron Howards stab at The Da Vinci Code - unfathomable that they gave him a second go.
The Da Vinci Code is the best filum ever. The book is the best book ever (if you read it upside down it's got a better plot).
Honest.
So is Papillon. Shame. Banco is shite.
Fantastic Mr. Fox is fact.
Another example is The Beach where in the book the lead is obsessed with the Vietnam war, the killing etc and it's one of the main reasons he loses the plot. There is no real mention of this in the film leaving you wondering what the hell is going on with him.
For what its worth I thought Fear and Loathing was a pretty good film effort given the original text.
and I love 'Everything is Illuminated' both book and film, even though they leave loads out in the film...
Enduring love was a shit adaptation to film... oh yeah and the beach is rubbish (on film)
I love Alice in Wonderland and Jungle Book, they are both different from the books... you know with the songs and all that stuff.
Oh and FightClub, Trainspotting, American psycho, Epire of the Sun are all Fooking wicked both on the page and on Screen...
But very much above all 'The Da Vinci Code' is bad... just very bad, in any form... or as Stephen Fry said 'Arse Gravy of the worse kind'
I Like Books and Films... I think they can live in harmony.. we just need to kill Dan Brown...
I too am saddened to hear Papillon is fiction.
If it's any consolation, it's most probably based on the experiences of the many people Henri encountered during his internment(s). Including his own. So it's kinda fact still.
More interestingly, the English version was translated by mister "Master and Commander" himself (whose books I've never been able to get on with).
I loved Shantaram (despite the philosphising and diarrhoea) but I read it in India (where it seems every other bloody traveller was reading it too) and it's amazing how he turns pretty uninspiring places like Cafe Leopold into some kind of emerald city paradise. But it's just an overpriced tourist cafe. With some mirrors in it.
Tom Twyker of "Run Lola Run" and "The (best shootout in the Guggenheim ever) International" is <del> bastardising </del> -- I mean, directing "Cloud Atlas".
Dunno if it has Jloie in it. But it's got "Atlas" in the title.
Looks rubbish
Cloud Atlas could star the other David Mitchell as Robert Frobisher... or something...
Which is why Talented Mr Ripley is my favourite film.
Although the Jude Law oar smashing scene comes a bit late.
Shame, that. Would have been better with:
FADE IN:
<b> <u> EXT. A BOAT -- DAY. </b> </u>
ANGLE ON -- the stupid weak-chinned stupid fucking HEAD of stupid fucking JUDE fucking LAW, smiling stupidly like the great actor he isn't.
Now an OAR SWINGS into frame, and a split-second before it connects, we got to
ECU -- SLOW MOTION
as Jude's head EXPLODES, blooming like a crimson rose*, filling the screen with the fragments of his stupid brains and teeth and lips.
TITLES: "The Talented Mr. Ripley"
And then we SEE the rest of the film, without Jude Law in it. At all.
END
<i>*cliche courtesy of Gregory David Roberts.</I>
I had a defence of Jude Law, but it's too pretentious to write. I did enjoy the murder by oar thing at the time, as well, I must admit.