If, like me, you look for an accurate and faithful transfer to screen of a loved novel, then dollops of disappointment often await. My latest disappointment has been Breakfast at Tiffany's - I know, I know, the movie is over fifty years old and I'm only watching it for the first time now.
The whitewashing of Truman Capote's dark tale, of how far people will go for money, narrated by a co-resident who has a purely platonic relationship with heroine Holly Golightly, was mercilessly transmogrified into a sentimental, romantic movie that only barely resembled the novel. "Loosely Based" indeed. However, a visit to http://www.newbridgesilverware.com/museum
(Okay, I wasn't supposed to take photos.)
In the making of Breakfast at Tiffany's, the casting of Audrey Hepburn in the lead role, led to the creation of a seminal icon. Irrespective of the sanitising of the Capote's story, the movie in itself is an individual piece of art, a showcase vehicle for the glowing, screen-filling irridescence that is Hepburn's Holly Golightly.
The display of Hepburn's fab dresses and jewellery worn in the movie,
as well as the original 1961 zany, promotional poster,
lends the movie an entity of its own, distinctly apart from the novel.
Perhaps the way to enjoy a loved novel to movie is to try and not have the written version hovering overhead, like a preying alter-ego but instead accept the new piece of art in whatever way it's been created.
It's hard, though.
Have you any novel to movie that's been a disappointment?