I’m going to rile my T. Pres. friends and say that I liked The Constant Gardener. I read the book a couple summers ago and just watched the film this weekend. The differences between the two did not seem to be significant, and I thought the movie was well-made. Comments?

Update:

I am not sure that the use of flashbacks in the beginning of the film was necessary. I mean, it establishes that she dies very early on, but I don’t think that I should know that. Or, if the director wants to show me that this is all the memory of Justin, then why does he differentiate between the entire first half of the film and the memories that Justin has when visiting the Chelsea house? Why use two different techniques for what should be the same sort of memories.

Update #2:

I wonder when someone will make a film about this?

Thane Rosenbaum discusses the difference between a novel and a screenplay. Now you’ll realize that the people that like a book better than the corresponding film are the ones with the fertile imaginations and the penchants for complex psychologies. But you knew that already.

While I didn’t pick up on this, amylovesbooks says The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe’s most recent incarnation had no soul.

Liked this. Written by him. And him. Directed by him. Starred him. And her. Bored him. And her.

For someone that does not know how to sufficiently hold her head up, Evelyn sure demands to be vertical quite a lot. Lately she will fuss until you balance her in a sitting position. Her little neck muscles are getting so strong. She got up at 4 am this morning and insanely cooed and played in our bed for about an hour. My eyes are so heavy.

Nathanael bought DSL so he can take some of his masters courses at home. It’s amazing how fast it is. The telephone and internet are available at the same time? Sort of like college or something like it.

Tonight we’re going over to Grandparents Metsker for dinner and to watch the lousy film adaptation of A.S. Byatt’s Possession. Nathanael read the book some months ago and I lent it to his grandmother last month. She really enjoyed it. When I am old, when I am old, I shall wear the bottoms of my dresses rolled and read books all day, drink tea and chardonnay, and lament that I no longer have babies demanding my time at all hours. And then roll my eyes at myself.