Film adaptations of novels are usually frustrating. Not only does the director’s vision supplant the images readers have formed in their own mind, the condensed depiction of the book may not even match the reader’s concept of what the story is about. It’s odd that I was reminded of this while viewing Life of Pi, because I haven’t even read the book it’s based on. It’s a brilliant film, effectively covering all the bases of the medium, but one or two shortcomings make me wonder if something was lost in translation.
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