As Americans we love to sit around and exhale fumes about how much we
liked the book more than the movie because it implies we haven't spent
the better part of our days watching whatever the hell Kardashian show
is on, which is a lie, but I will offer that To Sir with Love is
an incredibly shitty novel - the author never misses a chance to spend a
page and a half perceptibly detailing the clothes, makeup, hair,
lipstick, shoes, hose, shoes now, hose in relation to the shoes, hair as
she's talking, lipstick as she's talking and shoes as she enters and
leaves the room of a character that WE'LL NEVER, EVER HEAR FROM
AGAIN!!!!!!! Fucking maddening; just as Braveheart could have been 29 minutes long, To Sir with Love could have been a short story were it not for the authors laundry lists of shit that will never matter. - XMASTIME
Here's a lit of nine movies
that are better than the book.
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