We went and saw The Lovely Bones today. I haven’t read the book, but through criticisms I’ve read, the movie is nothing like the book. Several critics have claimed that the horror the young girl goes through is not shown to be horrid enough.
Personally, I felt that what was shown was pretty enough horrid. I happen to have a good imagination and I have no trouble in using it to enhance what I’m watching. I feel that it is his audiences imagination that Peter Jackson hoped to evoke with the way he made this movie.
So little is left to the imagination in movies, that you might as well be a nice little automaton staring at a huge movie screen. What is there to discuss, or debate, or even have scary little nightmares about if your imagination isn’t engaged?
Maybe this isn’t the movie the author of The Lovely Bones had wanted. I still think it was worth the afternoon and price of a ticket.
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