01 November, 2025

The Reverend Will the Thrill Presents the Film of the Week!

Last week, in my "sermon" on The Exorcist (and I know how weird that phrasing sounds--perhaps that's why I wrote it that way), I mentioned how faithful the film adaptation was to the original novel.  I gave full credit on this to William Peter Blatty who wrote both the novel and the screenplay.  My mother the librarian always (well... almost always) believed that the book was better than the movie.  By and large, I think most people tend to agree with that sentiment.  By and large, so do I.  But the more books I read and the more films I watch, the more I realize that they are in fact two different media--even two different art forms.  The older I get, the more I tend to look at the book and the movie as two distinct entities and it may be unfair to compare the two.

I probably should have come to this realization in college.  I was taking a class in media writing.  We were tasked with writing a screenplay based on an existing piece of literature.  I chose a short story written by Jimmy Buffett titled "I Wish Lunch Could Last Forever," perhaps my favourite story from his book Tales From Margaritaville.  In the process of writing it, I discovered why the movie often differs from the book.  Oftentimes the written word doesn't translate easily into a visual medium.  It's sometimes necessary to make alterations in order to make it work in a different format.  For my short story adaptation, I actually added a character of a journalist who is interviewing the main character for a magazine article.  She basically tells the story to him.  I seem to recall that  I also tweaked the ending a bit--I didn't change the ending or anything, I just enhanced it somewhat.  I don't know whether my professor ever read the original short story, but he gave me a B on it (perhaps even a B+.  It's been a few decades, I honestly don't remember).  I always thought of sending it to Buffett to see what he thought of it, but I think I was just too embarrassed to do so.

These days, I find that one of the highest compliments that can be paid to a film that is based on a book is to say it was faithful to the source material.  Obviously this is not a prerequisite for a film's success--many of the Bond films, especially during the Roger Moore era, were little to nothing like the Ian Fleming novels of the same name.  Sometimes endings get changed--such as it was in The Natural--just because the audience would be disappointed.  Sometimes details get altered or omitted--such as it was with the 1941 adaptation of The Maltese Falcon--in order to avoid being labeled "indecent" (and, for the most part, that version of The Maltese Falcon was a faithful adaptation).

This week's film has always puzzled me.  I went to see it opening night in 2014 just because I was fond of the cast (and I have quite the crush on Tina Fey).  Until the opening credits rolled, I didn't realize it was based on a novel.  Honestly, I had forgotten that little detail until it was released on DVD.  I had enjoyed the film enough that I wanted to own it.  For some reason, I went through one of my temporary "addictions" and found myself watching it many times over.  I was reminded of the fact that it was based on a book during those many viewings, which prompted me to buy a copy of the book.

When I read it, I was taken aback for a number of reasons.  There were many elements that were left out of the movie, which would have possibly made it run over three hours in length.  That's easy enough to overlook and forgive.  What caught me off guard was how unlikable the characters in the book were.  By the end of it, I understood why they were the way they were and they actually became more likeable by that point.  The book was also very well written which made me want to finish it.  But I found I liked all the characters much more in the movie than in the book.  I can only assume this was due to the actors who played them.  When I watch the movie, I want everything to work out for the characters.  It's a lot harder to root for them in the book.

Under normal circumstances, these differences wouldn't have concerned me at all--different media and all that.  The main reason I was thrown off by this was the fact that Jonathan Tropper wrote the screenplay to the film based on his own novel.  Aside from the issue of not wanting to make a three hour family drama, I can't understand why someone would alter their own work that much in adapting it.  He even changed the surname of the family from Foxman to Altman.  I've lost track of how many times I've watched the movie over the last decade.  I have, however, only read the book once.  While I can't say one is necessarily better than the other, I think it's safe to say I do like one over the other.

The film stars Jason Bateman, Tina Fey, Adam Driver, Corey Stoll, Kathryn Hahn, Connie Britton, Rose Byrne, Timothy Olyphant, Dax Shepard, Ben Schwartzman, Debra Monk, and Jane Fonda--hard not to like that cast.  Directed by Shawn Levy, please enjoy This Is Where I Leave You.
 
Until next week, stay safe, be good to your neighbours, and please remember that if at first you don't succeed, then skydiving definitely isn't for you.
 
Yours in peace, love, and rock 'n' roll!
The Reverend Will the Thrill
 
 


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