Sigh. Groan. Moan. Boo. Hiss.
I made the mistake of watching the movie Memoirs of a Geisha after I read the book. Thankfully, I suppose, I read the book first because had I watched the movie first I would have deemed the book unworthy of my limited, precious reading time.
I was not pleasantly surprised by the movie. I did not like it. Wait, that's not quite right. I very much disliked it. The beginning was confusing. The story line, my sister said, was hard to follow; she did not read the book. I ended up doing a lot of explaining about what on Earth was happening during the movie. And I could see why.
The characters also were not very well developed. I felt little for most of them and the story line did not make as much sense in the movie as it did in the book. The movie was more like a neatly packaged present -- no loose ends - whereas the book was more complex and riveting.
The only thing I did enjoy was seeing the descriptions of geisha clothing and hair. There also were some picturesque, beautiful scenes. That's all the love this movie gets from me.
Thankfully, I'm reading book number two now -- Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen -- and I'm hoping it will distract me from the disdain I feel toward Memoirs of a Geisha the movie not living up to Memoirs of a Geisha the book.
Oh, and I'm not one of those people who hate all movies that have been based on books. I loved Khaled Hosseini's The Kite Runner, and I liked the movie a lot, too.