Book Recs/Movie Recs, 8/24/09
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retsukoAh, vacation! Time for guilt-less reading and movie watching. The only problem is that it ends! :(
In Books:
The Angel's Game, by Carlos Ruiz Zafon: When the main character visited one of the locations from Zafon's previous book, I worried that Zafon was running out of things to do and was going to repeat what he'd done in the last book (The Shadow of the Wind). As it turned out, I shouldn't have worried--this book, even with a similar point of departure for the story and the location in common, was completely different from his last work, and just as engrossing and satisfying as I hoped it would be. I splurged on this in hardcover, and it was well worth it; the last third or so kept me up late at night, desperate to see how things would end.
The Devil Wears Prada, by Lauren Weisberger: I enjoyed the movie very much and was glad to see that the book is much the same. Miranda Priestly is the boss from hell, our heroine is slightly masochistic and puts up with all sorts of crazy. But there were several glaring differences that I found very interesting. One was the following speech that occurs in the movie but not the book:
Miranda Priestly: [Miranda and some assistants are deciding between two similar belts for an outfit. Andy sniggers because she thinks they look exactly the same] Something funny?
Andy Sachs: No, no, nothing. Y'know, it's just that both those belts look exactly the same to me. Y'know, I'm still learning about all this stuff.
Miranda Priestly: This... 'stuff'? Oh... ok. I see, you think this has nothing to do with you. You go to your closet and you select out, oh I don't know, that lumpy blue sweater, for instance, because you're trying to tell the world that you take yourself too seriously to care about what you put on your back. But what you don't know is that that sweater is not just blue, it's not turquoise, it's not lapis, it's actually cerulean. You're also blithely unaware of the fact that in 2002, Oscar De La Renta did a collection of cerulean gowns. And then I think it was Yves St Laurent, wasn't it, who showed cerulean military jackets? I think we need a jacket here. And then cerulean quickly showed up in the collections of 8 different designers. Then it filtered down through the department stores and then trickled on down into some tragic casual corner where you, no doubt, fished it out of some clearance bin. However, that blue represents millions of dollars and countless jobs and so it's sort of comical how you think that you've made a choice that exempts you from the fashion industry when, in fact, you're wearing the sweater that was selected for you by the people in this room. From a pile of stuff.
I was actually a little sad this didn't show up in the book because it was one of the few times in the narrative where I felt like I understood why Miranda was boss in the first place--she knows the power she has, and its consequences, and she's not afraid to outline exactly why she has that power. The Miranda in the book had a similar type of power and presence, but she didn't delineate it so neatly and succinctly as the speech above (bravo to the screen writer!)
The second major difference was the ending; the movie opts for a "everyone's happy, so yay!" type of deal where the heroine is able to extricate herself from the job and Miranda helps her get a journalism job. The book, OTOH, writes itself into a difficult corner when Andrea's best friend (who has become increasingly more depressed and alcoholic as Andrea has been distracted by her new job) is in a car accident and is in a coma in NYC, while Andrea and Miranda are at fashion week in Paris. Miranda wants Andrea to stay and help her with the numerous parties, gatherings, and fashion shows that are the lifeblood of the fashion magazine game. Andrea, conflicted over being a good friend or a good employee/doormat, finally walks out, quitting in the most dramatic way possible. Of these two endings, I see the book ending as being more possible, but both of them feel a little like a cop-out. As my Dad pointed out when we were talking the movie over, the far more interesting story here is how you carefully get yourself out of a job like that without hurting your career or offending the wrong people. Now that's the story that I'd really like to read.
Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief & Sea of Monsters, by Rick Riordan: A worthy series of books that are good next steps for the Harry Potter set, the Percy Jackson stories are a great mix of urban fantasy and Greek mythology, told in an entertaining, fast-paced style that doesn't sacrifice humor and character development. Can't wait to read the next three, and want to do so before the movie comes out.
Public Enemies: America's Greatest Crime Wave and the Birth of the FBI, 1933-34, by Bryan Burrough: As the author astutely points out in his introduction, the FBI's bungles would be laughable were it not for the fact that so many innocent people died as a result of their incompetence. John Dillinger is undeniably charismatic, even years after the story is over (he is certainly a more sympathetic character than J. Edgar Hoover or Melvin Purvis, the agent assigned to catch him). It's also entertaining to see how wrapped Burrough is in his research; his recreations of dialogue between the characters are exciting and funny; I even imagined Burrough reading them aloud as he wrote them down. There's that kind of excitement there. A highly fascinating book, even without the movie to back it up. The truth is always stranger than fiction, and this book proves that beyond a shadow of a doubt.
In Movies:
Julie & Julia: Everyone we saw this movie with loved it; when the credits started to roll, an older gentleman a few rows down from us said loudly, "That was good." And it was a good little movie--not spectacular, but solid and entertaining, which was what we had wanted going in. The stronger half of the movie involves Julia Child's story. Meryl Streep and Stanley Tucci are just so entertaining to watch together. It also helps that Child was a trailblazer in several important ways: the only woman in her class at Cordon Bleu, one of the first people to work on a French cookbook in English, etc. Her life story and the success/publication of the book were great things to vicariously experience. The life story of blogger Julie Powell... not as much. This isn't to say she's an unsympathetic or annoying character (well, maybe a tad annoying at times), because I did identify with her more easily and more often than with Child. But the drama isn't on the same level as Child's life story, and the film feels a little lopsided as a result. Lopsided, but fun, and well worth seeing.
Ponyo: This was simply adorable, but by no means pandering or stupid (as all the other advertisements for upcoming children's movies that we sat through looked to be). I was also very pleased that the translators left the -san honorific in the script, as well as sensei, presumably because it fit the characters better than Mr. or Mrs. or "teacher". Towards the end,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yebisu9 grew weary of the cute, but I was entirely transported by the breathtaking underwater sequences, which need a DVD viewing to truly catch everything in the backgrounds, foregrounds, and middle grounds. There was the added benefit that the setting for the story looked very much like Kochi (where D. and I spent our three years in Japan). But, really, it was the little touches that made the story resonate so well; for example, Ponyo, the title character who's a fish turned into a human, treats the terrestrial world much as she did the underwater world: gravity is optional and she bounces all over the furniture, ecstatic over these new experiences. (She loves ham, the feeling of a terry cloth towel, and a rechargeable light.) There are many amazing prehistoric fish, and a great reverence for the forces of the planet, seen and unseen. But there's such great affection and reverence for characters, and above all else, for the family unit, which survives everything from tidal waves to parental strife with gentle good humor and a calm reassurance that everything will be alright because people love one another.
In Books:
The Angel's Game, by Carlos Ruiz Zafon: When the main character visited one of the locations from Zafon's previous book, I worried that Zafon was running out of things to do and was going to repeat what he'd done in the last book (The Shadow of the Wind). As it turned out, I shouldn't have worried--this book, even with a similar point of departure for the story and the location in common, was completely different from his last work, and just as engrossing and satisfying as I hoped it would be. I splurged on this in hardcover, and it was well worth it; the last third or so kept me up late at night, desperate to see how things would end.
The Devil Wears Prada, by Lauren Weisberger: I enjoyed the movie very much and was glad to see that the book is much the same. Miranda Priestly is the boss from hell, our heroine is slightly masochistic and puts up with all sorts of crazy. But there were several glaring differences that I found very interesting. One was the following speech that occurs in the movie but not the book:
Miranda Priestly: [Miranda and some assistants are deciding between two similar belts for an outfit. Andy sniggers because she thinks they look exactly the same] Something funny?
Andy Sachs: No, no, nothing. Y'know, it's just that both those belts look exactly the same to me. Y'know, I'm still learning about all this stuff.
Miranda Priestly: This... 'stuff'? Oh... ok. I see, you think this has nothing to do with you. You go to your closet and you select out, oh I don't know, that lumpy blue sweater, for instance, because you're trying to tell the world that you take yourself too seriously to care about what you put on your back. But what you don't know is that that sweater is not just blue, it's not turquoise, it's not lapis, it's actually cerulean. You're also blithely unaware of the fact that in 2002, Oscar De La Renta did a collection of cerulean gowns. And then I think it was Yves St Laurent, wasn't it, who showed cerulean military jackets? I think we need a jacket here. And then cerulean quickly showed up in the collections of 8 different designers. Then it filtered down through the department stores and then trickled on down into some tragic casual corner where you, no doubt, fished it out of some clearance bin. However, that blue represents millions of dollars and countless jobs and so it's sort of comical how you think that you've made a choice that exempts you from the fashion industry when, in fact, you're wearing the sweater that was selected for you by the people in this room. From a pile of stuff.
I was actually a little sad this didn't show up in the book because it was one of the few times in the narrative where I felt like I understood why Miranda was boss in the first place--she knows the power she has, and its consequences, and she's not afraid to outline exactly why she has that power. The Miranda in the book had a similar type of power and presence, but she didn't delineate it so neatly and succinctly as the speech above (bravo to the screen writer!)
The second major difference was the ending; the movie opts for a "everyone's happy, so yay!" type of deal where the heroine is able to extricate herself from the job and Miranda helps her get a journalism job. The book, OTOH, writes itself into a difficult corner when Andrea's best friend (who has become increasingly more depressed and alcoholic as Andrea has been distracted by her new job) is in a car accident and is in a coma in NYC, while Andrea and Miranda are at fashion week in Paris. Miranda wants Andrea to stay and help her with the numerous parties, gatherings, and fashion shows that are the lifeblood of the fashion magazine game. Andrea, conflicted over being a good friend or a good employee/doormat, finally walks out, quitting in the most dramatic way possible. Of these two endings, I see the book ending as being more possible, but both of them feel a little like a cop-out. As my Dad pointed out when we were talking the movie over, the far more interesting story here is how you carefully get yourself out of a job like that without hurting your career or offending the wrong people. Now that's the story that I'd really like to read.
Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief & Sea of Monsters, by Rick Riordan: A worthy series of books that are good next steps for the Harry Potter set, the Percy Jackson stories are a great mix of urban fantasy and Greek mythology, told in an entertaining, fast-paced style that doesn't sacrifice humor and character development. Can't wait to read the next three, and want to do so before the movie comes out.
Public Enemies: America's Greatest Crime Wave and the Birth of the FBI, 1933-34, by Bryan Burrough: As the author astutely points out in his introduction, the FBI's bungles would be laughable were it not for the fact that so many innocent people died as a result of their incompetence. John Dillinger is undeniably charismatic, even years after the story is over (he is certainly a more sympathetic character than J. Edgar Hoover or Melvin Purvis, the agent assigned to catch him). It's also entertaining to see how wrapped Burrough is in his research; his recreations of dialogue between the characters are exciting and funny; I even imagined Burrough reading them aloud as he wrote them down. There's that kind of excitement there. A highly fascinating book, even without the movie to back it up. The truth is always stranger than fiction, and this book proves that beyond a shadow of a doubt.
In Movies:
Julie & Julia: Everyone we saw this movie with loved it; when the credits started to roll, an older gentleman a few rows down from us said loudly, "That was good." And it was a good little movie--not spectacular, but solid and entertaining, which was what we had wanted going in. The stronger half of the movie involves Julia Child's story. Meryl Streep and Stanley Tucci are just so entertaining to watch together. It also helps that Child was a trailblazer in several important ways: the only woman in her class at Cordon Bleu, one of the first people to work on a French cookbook in English, etc. Her life story and the success/publication of the book were great things to vicariously experience. The life story of blogger Julie Powell... not as much. This isn't to say she's an unsympathetic or annoying character (well, maybe a tad annoying at times), because I did identify with her more easily and more often than with Child. But the drama isn't on the same level as Child's life story, and the film feels a little lopsided as a result. Lopsided, but fun, and well worth seeing.
Ponyo: This was simply adorable, but by no means pandering or stupid (as all the other advertisements for upcoming children's movies that we sat through looked to be). I was also very pleased that the translators left the -san honorific in the script, as well as sensei, presumably because it fit the characters better than Mr. or Mrs. or "teacher". Towards the end,
yebisu9 grew weary of the cute, but I was entirely transported by the breathtaking underwater sequences, which need a DVD viewing to truly catch everything in the backgrounds, foregrounds, and middle grounds. There was the added benefit that the setting for the story looked very much like Kochi (where D. and I spent our three years in Japan). But, really, it was the little touches that made the story resonate so well; for example, Ponyo, the title character who's a fish turned into a human, treats the terrestrial world much as she did the underwater world: gravity is optional and she bounces all over the furniture, ecstatic over these new experiences. (She loves ham, the feeling of a terry cloth towel, and a rechargeable light.) There are many amazing prehistoric fish, and a great reverence for the forces of the planet, seen and unseen. But there's such great affection and reverence for characters, and above all else, for the family unit, which survives everything from tidal waves to parental strife with gentle good humor and a calm reassurance that everything will be alright because people love one another.
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Date: 2009-08-24 10:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-24 11:35 pm (UTC)Also, wtf is with skinny New York women going on about being fat? They never actually said anything about these bitchy friends of hers (who she should have pitched immediately).
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Date: 2009-08-24 11:44 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-08-25 12:10 am (UTC)I was glad we never saw those women again, although I wish her relationship with her other friend seemed a little odd, too.