Sense and Sensibility
Dare I admit this? I felt like a movie tonight, so I rented Sense and Sensibility from the campus bookstore. (Covertly, of course, because as a guy — especially alone — it’s not the sort of movie you want to be caught holding.) That’s confession #1. My second confession is that I loved the movie and even cried a little at the end. Okay, it’s out. Phew. Whoever decided that guys can’t cry should be voted off the island. It certainly was a movie that would really appeal to girls — at least judging by my limited understanding of the fairer sex and the workings of their minds and hearts — and I can also see why most guys wouldn’t really be interested in it.
Anyway, I’d thought about reading the book first, but I’m still reading Jane Eyre so I decided to go ahead with it. Eventually I’ll read the book and report on it, but even if they’re different (which I’m sure they are, to some extent), here’s my philosophy on movies-from-books: movies and books are separate and distinct art forms, and so it’s okay for there to be differences. I’d rather have a well-done movie that changes a few things than an amateur film that sticks to the book 100%. If there’s something in the book that you absolutely love, well, just read the book again. It’s not that hard. 
Now I just have to catch the six-hour Pride and Prejudice and the new Keira Knightley version (which hopefully will come out on DVD soon because I rarely go to the theaters). And get started on War and Peace and The Brothers Karamazov…
