Sometimes I wonder why I even bother with these novel-to-movie adaptations. I always end up shaking my head at the end of the movie, sometimes muttering to myself (or to others) that, "The book was better."
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close is a very important novel to me because it made me believe in contemporary fiction. After getting hooked on HP, there was a very snooty, immature phase in my life when I would refuse to read anything else because nothing came close to Harry Potter.
JSF's novel is pure emotion. It's tragic, beautiful, and wise in both plot and style. The movie is nothing but 2.5 hours (yes, 2.5 hours) of the 9-year-old protagonist essentially narrating the novel.
Not that Oskar shouldn't be granted that credibility. What I realize, though, is that his ramblings, realizations, and witty comments aren't translatable to spoken word. They're better off left in his own head.
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