Okay, so the other day I was thinking, “I wanna watch something, but I’m tired of the same old stuff.” Then, I remembered this book I read a while back, and how much I loved it. I was like, “Wait a minute… the book was way better than the movie!” So, that’s become my project for this week.
I started by digging out the book. Found it tucked away on a shelf, collecting dust. Seriously, I should dust more often. Blew off the cover, flipped through the pages, and yeah, instantly remembered why I loved it so much. The details, the characters, the feeling of it all – just so much richer than the movie version.
Compare and Contrast
- First Step: The Book. I re-read big sections, taking notes. I was looking for descriptions of characters, scenes, little details that the movie totally left out.
- You know, like how the main character’s hair was actually described as “fiery red,” but in the movie, it’s just kinda… brown?
- Or how the whole subplot about the best friend’s secret crush got completely cut?
- Second Step: The Movie. I forced myself to rewatch it, pen and paper in hand. Cringed a lot, paused it even more. Man, they really butchered some parts.
- I was marking down every time they changed something, every time they simplified a scene, every time an actor just didn’t get the character.
- Honestly, it was painful.
My Deep Dive
After compiling all the comparison stuff. I spent a good few hours just writing. First, I focused on the characters. I wrote about how the book made them feel real, flawed, and relatable. Then, I contrasted that with the movie, where they felt like cardboard cutouts. Flat, boring, and sometimes just plain wrong.
Next, I tackled the plot. I described how the book built up suspense, how it weaved together different storylines, and how it made you feel the tension. I compared this to the movie’s rushed pacing, its clumsy handling of subplots, and its general lack of emotional impact.
Finally, I got into the details. The little things that make a story special. The way the book described the setting, making you feel like you were right there. The clever dialogue that made you laugh or think. The small moments of foreshadowing that paid off later. All of this, I argued, was lost in the movie’s attempt to simplify and streamline everything.
The result? Movie failed, the book is much better, I successfully expressed my emotion and get more people to read the book.
