Unfortunately Fortunate...

A mark of how crummy the last weeks of 2004 were is the fact that I just made it to see A Series of Unfortunate Events, a movie I had been looking forward to for much of the year, last week. And despite a hoard of people coming in late and feeling that they just had to sit in my row-clearly, someone needed to point out there was a whole theatre attached to that row-and a woman behind me dumping popcorn all over me as she sat down, I still have to highly recommend the tragic tale of the Baudelaire orphans.

( A Series of Unfortunate Events )

My sister told me that she was hearing radically different responses to the film from her friends. Basically, she said that people who liked the books also liked the film, but that people who hadn't read the books weren't so keen on it. I'm not sure that this distinction has as much to do with reading the books, as it does with a certain kind of storytelling sensibility that is more clever and sly than what Americans typically enjoy.

So head on out to the multiplex, because missing this film would be unfortunate indeed.