This film made me realise I do not understand women because I literally did not get the idea that Saoirse would risk her relationship with lovely Emory Cohen for even .01% of a second for milquetoast wet digestive biscuit plain brown bread ham sandwich Domnhall Gleeson. Did not understand it all. Film was much more interesting and fun when it was an American story before it became another sad Irish story when the sister died of mysterious vague old-timey illness. Ending was very sweet though and aesthetically it was a treat. Plus now I love Emory Cohen.
There's been a lot of talk recently about whether any book is really "unfilmable", and the recent (and in my opinion, great) adaptations of Life Of Pi and Cloud Atlas are usually used as examples that any book can be made into a film with the right adaptation. I think that argument is horseshit, because of course Life Of Pi and Cloud Atlas made great films. They are both big, visual stories with plenty of exciting, traileriffic scenes that tell…