I saw the film on Saturday. Aside from a questionable music choice or two (and my ambivalent opinion in general of Rachel McAdams), I was _so_pleased with the adaptation. Nearly all was exactly as I'd pictured it when I read the book 2 years ago, and not just because it was set in Chicago.
This is the first film for which I have ever had to physically struggle to choke down sobs in the theater.
I'm not ashamed. It presents itself like a chick flik drama (movie posters ruin good books serially), except it's actually not drek. (For those who are interested.) For the whole evening afterward I felt pure and cleansed and real. I cooked good food and drank a bottle of wine with my boyfriend, who had also cried.
I found out that a lot of reviewers aren't too keen on this movie, and I was suprised to see this.
Here's why it's actually good, if you're anything at all like me: A sequence of events, gradually knowable but unchangeable, is what there is in this story. Sounds like "Fate," except that Fate is a trite, unexplained device that almost always falls far below a level of respectability. In The Time Traveler's Wife, a science fiction concept creates a version of "Fate" that is rewardingly consistent with a naturalist worldview. The characters are as much author as victim, but also neither. Some people emotionally devour this idea (me) and some are simply frustrated with it. See the film (or read the book) and decide for yourself. (And... I promise not to make any more posts into thesis statements for awhile.) :)