by maudmac » Sun Apr 06, 2003 2:25 am
The Color Purple, yeah. That's actually the one thing that always comes to mind when people make comments about movies never being as good as the book. Because I think the film The Color Purple is far and away better than the book. I just don't care much for Alice Walker's writing, in general, but I thought the film was brilliant. Beautiful and amazing and it blew me away in a way the book just couldn't. It didn't get to me. And it's not just that films are more visceral, because, to me, they usually aren't. When I'm reading, it's like watching a film in my mind.
That said, I didn't care for the toning down of the Celie/Shug stuff, just as the Ruth/Idgie stuff was toned down for Fried Green Tomatoes. That bothers me. Both those books sold well enough to a broad enough readership, it should have been obvious that it wasn't necessary to water the intensity of those relationships down for the film audience. But they did it anyway, of course.
I know something always has to go, but still. The Color Purple, the film, stayed much truer to the nature of Celie and Shug's relationship than Fried Green Tomatoes did to Ruth and Idgie's, though. I remember reading somewhere about Fannie Flagg getting some kind of gay award thing for the book, and insisting even then that Ruth and Idgie were just really good friends. I'm pretty sure I didn't dream that. It boggled my mind at the time.
I almost hate seeing film versions of books I've read. Because I know the details are going to drive me insane. Like, I know in the beginning of the film Misery, Paul is driving a different model of car from the one he drives in the book. That bugs me. I know, I know, it's very much nitpicking, but it bothers me. Because I've got a film version of the book in my head already, from having read it, so when that's contradicted on the screen, it makes my brain itch. Don't even get me started on The Shining. I hate that movie with a profoundly irrational passion.
So, all in all, honestly, I'd rather either see the movie or read the book, not both, except perhaps when the author her/himself writes or co-writes the screenplay, as Amy Tan did with The Joy Luck Club.
It seems to me that it must be a Gargantuan task to adapt a novel that way whether you wrote the original or not. To condense a story that should take six or eight or ten or more hours to tell into two? If it's ever done well at all, that's pretty amazing, really.