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I am generally ALWAYS averse to FILMS OF THE BOOK!

I avoid them as the cat avoids the water.

and then, quite suddenly, the FILM overtakes THE BOOK!
 
Yep, Céline's book about a son and his father separately plotting to escape the desolation of their lives in the lurid underworld of Brazil's sex industry is definitely better than this film adaptation.

:rolleyes:
 
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Yep, Céline's book about a son and his father separately plotting to escape the desolation of their lives in the lurid underworld of Brazil's sex industry is definitely better than this film adaptation.

:rolleyes:

Why the eye roll for God's sake?

All I'm saying is - generally: I loath seeing a film of a book I have enjoyed.

I don't care if the film is a PERFECT visual transcription of the book.
I just feel that way....irrational as it is....it's my prejudice

I have avoided watching factotum for example
and many others. it's a strange corruption for me.
but then...i'm a bit odd

no need to get clever.
 
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Excuse me Dear Lady!

I DO get that the FILM is not even OF the book!

But I just thought I'd make the point
- considering this thread was loosely
on the top of 'books made into films'-
that FILMS of 'CLASSIC' books
as I see it are to be avoided

I always steer clear
of them.

forgive me
if it wasn't
quite on point

sister

JEEZZZZ!
 
It was meant to be a back-handed insult.

and, yes, i should have been clearer.

For a writer, I do easily confuses my words and my expression....oops!

*bows gracefully*

I'm always starting storms in teacups. I do apologise....a little....
 
Hi Olaf,

The title of the movie is the same as the title of Louis Ferdinand Céline's novel but this movie has nothing to do with Céline's book.

The picaresque adventures of Bardamu, the sarcastic and brilliant antihero of Journey to the End of the Night move from the battlefields of World War I (complete with buffoonish officers and cowardly soldiers), to French West Africa, the United States, and back to France in a style of prose that's lyrical, hallucinatory, and hilariously scathing toward nearly everybody and everything. Yet, beneath it all one can detect a gentle core of idealism. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
 
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The title of the movie is the same as the title of Louis Ferdinand Céline's novel but this movie has nothing to do with Céline's book.

YES. I UNDERSTOOD AND CONTINUE TO UNDERSTAND THAT, THANK YOU, PONDER!

now, let's go to the PUB! :D
 
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For a writer, I do easily confuses my words and my expression....oops!

Yes, you do confuses alot, for a writer that is. If you can't say what you mean over the course of three longish posts, then perhaps you should take up something other than writing. Fry cook maybe?

It was meant to be a back-handed insult.

Hmmm, how to respond?

How's this? Go fuck yourself, you self-important pretentious little twit.

Nothing back-handed about that.
 
you self-important pretentious little twit

And you, the Angel!


Funny, mjp, used the same insult...

alas! i find comfort knowing that
all talking is talking to oneself.
and that insult applies to you
more than me.

Ya big girl! :cool:
let's not mention
chronic is
pretentious about not being pretentious
just like his daddy, Charley!
 
I may be wrong but I believe Celine book was actually an adaption of this movie, doing the reverse having the movie first and then the book to follow. Of course Celine's version is wildely different and he used time travel to complete this.
 
My final entry into this little pissing contest:

And you, the Angel!

Not an angel, never claimed to be, never tried to represent myself as one, never met anyone who would qualify.

Funny, mjp, used the same insult...

I wasn't aware of that, but if two people independently arrive at the same conclusion there just might be some truth to it.

alas! i find comfort knowing that
all talking is talking to oneself.
and that insult applies to you
more than me.

No, I was talking to you. Why don't you just drop your fake-psuedo-intellectual bullshit for once. Just say it at your own level: "nanana i'm rubber you're glue blahblahblah."

Ya big girl! :cool:
let's not mention
chronic is
pretentious about not being pretentious
just like his daddy, Charley!

pretentious, adjective, Attempting to impress by affecting greater importance, talent, culture, etc., than is actually possessed.

I rest my case.

...and who the fuck is Charley?
 
you self-important pretentious little twit

Funny, mjp, used the same insult...
I would never use "twit" in an insult. I probably used twat, which is only one letter off, but a world apart, as the kids say.

I can't take you seriously anymore, not with this new non-necktie picture. You used to seem more authoritative. Image is everything.
 
Insults aside, I actually have a SKINHEAD now, and look like a neo-nazi, so I figured I should cover it up with a hat, at least for the pic.

Of course I know you're taking the piss...you think I am a moronic inferno!

Hey! Well, at least you take yourself very seriously, Dad.
:p

Anyway...let's keep spinning this yarn...I'm like a clock...you can wind me up for eternity...Hmmmm....
 

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