I've read Alice Sebold's novel twice and still have considerable affection for it; based on the
trailer for Peter Jackson's movie version, I'm afraid he's lost Sebold's delicate tone. Not surprising, just disappointing. The new Cédric Klapisch film,
Paris, looks like more of the same from the talented French writer-director, but I loved
L'Auberge Espagnole and liked
Russian Dolls, so I'll go. Wish
Kate and Angela were in town to see it with me.
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I love that book and I hope the movie isn't awful.
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