This is the season of movies based on books, plays or short stories. Doubt. Benjamin Button. Reservation Road. The Reader. Frost/Nixon. The Tale of Despereaux. Marley and Moi. This is good for writers. I know it’s commonplace to trash movie adaptations, but any additional money or exposure you can get as a writer is jam as far as I’m concerned. I’d option my mother if I could.
So far I’ve seen Benjamin Button. When I’m on my death bed, I will wish I had those two hours and forty minutes back. This is one suckface of a movie and it just might win more gold than Michael Phelps.
The Reader: The beginning is so good.
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Betsy Lerner 
Ugh! I totally agree! That movie was like a three-hour Ralph Lauren ad – only 15 minutes of which I enjoyed (Brad Pitt skinny dipping. Even I liked that). I kept waiting and waiting for it to get better and it kept SUCKING more and more. As Kim Novak said, “I could have eaten a can of Kodak and puked a better movie!”