I'm off to see The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe for the second time this afternoon, and it's struck me that the last few years of my adult life have been weirdly like a series of dreams come true. Well, not come true, but I can SEE them now -- that is, apparently God, in Her infinite wisdom, has decided that all my favorite childhood books
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There is a definite protectiveness that we feel for our favorite childhood books. I don't want anyone messing with my make-believe from that time. I also read HP when I was older (20-something, anyone?), so the movies don't bother me as much as if I had built worlds and dreams around the books as I would have as a child. I can still have problems with them, as I love to criticise everything, but it's not as offensive as if someone took a machete to my favorites from childhood. If done poorly, it is a real loss to see the images from the film instead of (or next to) your images from youth.
I can't recall any specific yearning in my childhood to see my favorites made into movies, and I'm not sure why. I didn't consider the possibility, most likely. Movies did influence me a good deal, as I recall desperately wanting to be Indiana Jones, but the book into movie idea just didn't make its way to my brain.
LOTR was beautiful, wasn't it? But gah, those animated versions of it and The Hobbit. *shudder* I hadn't read the books until the movie, though, so my idea of it wasn't fully formed until I realized the movies were a great adaptation of them. The same goes for any Austen books, I saw the movies before reading the text. Perhaps I just haven't been going in the right order. ;)
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