Yesterday I finished reading Jonathan Safran Foer’s “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close" and I just finished watching the movie. I don’t want to be the ~books are better than movies~ person but in this instance I feel like I don’t have any choice. If I had to compare I’d say the book was like a person - a living breathing and extraordinarily complex organism - and the movie was just a skeleton with crooked bones. It had the main story line but too many wonderful things and story lines have been left out and distorted… I know you can’t put the whole book into two hour movie but it’s still disappointing.
"I’m so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything"
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close