A not-so-merry unbirthday
By Stan Heaton
I’m not a purist, especially when it comes to books being made into movies. When Peter Jackson brought The Lord of the Rings trilogy to life on the silver screen, I wasn’t nostalgic for J.R.R. Tolkien’s sporadic poetry—quite the opposite, really. Film was a fantastic medium for those books because a fifty-foot theater screen simply has some powers that books don’t.
On the other hand, Lewis Carroll’s books, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass, strike a special playful tone that mirrors the exploration of language and youth, something hard to do in film. But even though I love those two books, I didn’t walk into the theater for Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland with a snobby smirk and bad attitude.