Movies are destined to be incomparable to literature at certain moments, which is the original sin of adaptation.

Suzanne 2022-03-23 09:02:11

Books give you plenty of time to ruminate and chew, but the movies are very hasty in the blink of an eye. You havetily accepted that there is no time to think, no space to imagine... It's not that the movie is bad, but what form is a story suitable for? This is the adapted original sin. The more complicated the appearance and the more characters in the story, the more time it needs to leave the audience thinking space, and the audience can imagine the maximum power. Movies are more suitable for simple, shallow, emotional stories.

Watch the original and then watch the movie. Every shot becomes meaningful.

A story that takes place in a confined space with the participation of multiple actors with different personalities is simply the material of choice for a drama.

The same plot, which looks so natural in the author's pen in the book, is so deliberately contrived in the movie.

Put all the clues on the same character together to make the whole thing happen.

There are multiple characters and multiple roles, which can be arranged very smoothly in the book, but it is messy in the limited space of the movie. The characters passing by in a hurry, the audience can't remember.

When the plot has come to an end and the audience is tired, a knife suddenly appears and shocks everyone. This is the rhythm of the script.

The third act requires a very strong Madden point. The actor is the hot spot of Mrs. Amsterdam, and it does it perfectly.

The last scene was very impressive and full of dramatic tension.

As the mystery was revealed, the icebreaker completed the icebreaker. Forever the interior is a combination of changes made by the external environment.

The emotionally uplifting moment of toasting each other at the end is a must.

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Murder on the Orient Express quotes

  • Mary Debenham: [observing Poirot after he sneezed] What a funny little man!

    Colonel Arbuthnott: Obviously a frog.

  • Ratchett: [holding out a cigar] I wonder if you could oblige me with a light.

    Hercule Poirot: Ah, certainly.

    [he reaches into his pocket for a box of matches and hands them to Ratchett]

    Ratchett: Thank you. My name is Ratchett. Do I have the pleasure of speaking to Mr. Hercule Porrot?

    Hercule Poirot: The pleasure, possibly, Mister Ratchett. The intention, certainly: you asked me for a light, I offered you one, and you have not used it. One can deduce that without acute mental exhaustion.