David Mitchell's Cloud Atlas seems like a lovely read. It really does. And maybe someday I'll get to experience it.
Instead, I watched this:
A truly confusing 2 hours and 52 minutes (WHAT!) of my life, it was a film that chronicled stories from six different periods of time in which the same actors appear and reappear as different characters who are connected in various ways. In spite of some admirable efforts by actors like Tom Hanks and Jim Broadbent, I couldn't bring myself to be emotionally invested in most of the six plotlines because we weren't allowed more than TWO SECONDS at a time with any of them. This film does get props for being an ambitious and unique voice in a Hollywood that is currently producing such treasures as The Smurfs 2 (please direct your attention to www.smurfhappens.com). But I'm still pretty sure this is just one more case to add to the already extensive the Book Was Better file.
I'm sorry, David Mitchell. I'm sorry, bloggers. My penance?
|I had to stare at all of these Hugo Weavings. Especially that one on the top right.|
And now so did you.