Call it Path to Absoriffia, Or Something

So, they've gone and made a movie of one of my very favorite books from childhood, Bridge to Terabithia. Have you read it? It's a beautiful story about friendship and kindness, and class and poverty and being "different," and about using your imagination to get through life's hard spots. It's a gentle book that treats its readers -- children -- with respect, and addresses some very mature issues without condescension or sentimentality.

The movie, on the other hand, is about monsters that come to life and two kids that have to "find the key" to "unlock the mystery" and "return to safety". Or something like that.

When I saw the preview on TV Saturday morning, I'm afraid I was less than calm. "Oh my GOD!" I shouted, and of course Phoebe repeated me. "I don't BELIEVE this!" I yelled at Chris, who sympathized.

The thing is, if you want to make a movie about a couple of kids who invent a magical world that then actually comes to life and threatens their safety -- fine! Make that movie! More power to you! Just don't call it Bridge to Terabithia, because that's not what Bridge to Terabithia is all about.

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aimee said…

Amen sister!

4:00 PM

Anonymous said…

I totally agree. I saw the previews and couldn't believe that anyone who knew the book would do something like that to it!

Mom

4:22 PM

Abbey said…

I hate when they ruin good books with terrible movies. I have a rule to never watch a movie after I've read the book. I'm always disappointed!

8:55 PM

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