memoirs of another kind...
The heart dies, a slow death, shading each hope lightly, until one day there are none. No hopes, nothing remains. She paints her face to hide her face. Her eyes are deep water. It is not for geisha to want, it is not for geisha to feel. Geisha is an artist of the floating world. She dances, she sings, she entertains you, whatever you want. Their rest is shadows, their rest is secret.
-- from the movie, Memoirs of A Geisha
posted by mamastella @ 11:31 PM
2 Comments:
I expect the movie to be less than the book - but in this case the book is so far superior its as if the book
1. Torpedoed and sunk the movie
2. Machine-gunned any survivors
3. Poisoned their corpses so that all life in the area would die
All in all that movie was one of the WORST adaptations of a book since - I, Robot - but that at least could stand somewhat on its own and that aint saying much.
I was so looking forward to this movie that DVD ladies knew I was coming - but this movie made me cry it was so bad!
... i actually happened to appreciate it - the cinematography was quite vehemently wonderful.
yes, they left out quite a significant chunk from the book, but for what it was, i thought it was nicely interpreted.
and you my friend, matthew, can only blame yourself for falling into the trap of over-hyping your anticipation in wanting to see this movie ;o)
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