The Road was definitely a whole new experience for me as a reader, and the movie did not
lack in living up to the stupendous novel.
I really did think the movie was going to be some exaggerated Hollywood production.
Surprisingly, it stayed true to the novel and only embellished a few things. The part where the
father and son go down into the cellar with the naked people showed a relatively large group in
the movie versus the couple in the book. They also ran (kind of) after the characters in the film,
which I do not remember happening in the novel.
Also the movie had a few more happier moments as the father has multiple flashbacks of his
wife as the were at the beach or laying outside on the grass. The book had no such memories. I
assume they wanted to give audiences brief moments of happiness in order to not overwhelm
them with the multitude of depressing moments in the film.
Other than a few minor details, the movie and novel were comparable. I, however, enjoyed
book more. I tend to like the range a book gives a reader. The author can only do so much when
he describes scenarios; the left is up to the reader. In the film, audiences are subjected to the
filmmaker's take on the novel.
I also enjoyed the challenge of reading the novel. The lack of proper punctuation and
grammar in general made the book a completely new experience for me. Yet, this same horrible
structure made the book simplistic. It stripped the English language bare of its rules in the way
this post-apocalyptic world stripped some humanity from its morals.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
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