Thursday, April 13, 2006
I picked Tuck Everlasting off the bargain table at the local DVD store. A lovely film, and an even more lovely book. An elegaic rural sort of story that the Americans do so well. (Dr Zachary Smith as the bad guy offers a nice frisson.) For me, almost always, the book is better than a film, though. A book leaves more room for my imagination, more room for me to make it my story. An exception was Whale Rider. Reputedly the book was written in three weeks in New York hotel room, and the film smoothed out the rough spots in the plot. James and the Giant Peach is apparently another exception to my rule but though I've seen and enjoyed the film many times I've never read the book. Roald Dahl's plots are odd though - to the adult taste, as the books work so well for children.