On Friday my daughter’s first grade class had an after-school field trip to see the movie, Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs. A movie which does not bear any resemblance to the book, by the way. The movie is a quasi-cautionary tale about processed foods, a science experiment gone wrong. That went right over my daughter’s head.
She did, however, notice that the movie was very different than the book and it sparked a discussion about books versus movies and which are better. For the most part the kids all agreed that the books are better than the movies with some notable exceptions: Shrek, The Polar Express and Jumanji. Those are three of our all time favorite movies in our family, and like Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs the movies are only loosely based on the books.
There are a couple of movies that made me want to scream and throw things at the screen. Stuart Little was one of them, hated that movie. Probably because I had such fond memories of reading that book as a child.
I probably notice it even more often with adult fiction turned into movies. When I read books that I love, I have such vivid pictures in my head of how the characters should look that I am often disappointed and unable to look past the actor. My older kids were sorely disappointed by the movie Eragon. They had loved the book and the movie takes many liberties with the storyline. They had begged me to buy the DVD and I think they watched it once.
