We watched the film of Fahrenheit 451 last night. I have one word which sums it up perfectly: appalling.
Any scenes of unbearable tension that were in the book were drained to within an inch of their lives in the film. Points were missed so badly that they ended up being almost comedic genius. I did wonder whether, in the initial meeting, the following conversation was had:
"You know how, like, the book is, like, the most brilliant book ever written? Well, and you'll love this, how about we make the shittest film of it ever produced and directed?" *rounds of applause from a drink-sodden group of idiots*
Bob's favourite bit was the colours they used. Mine were the moments of unintentional hilarity.
Woeful.