Possibly my favourite book (though with the most disappointing ending), turned into one of my last favorite films.
I know that the pace of films has increased exponetially since 1970 but this felt like 5 hours not 2. And I used to laugh out loud almost every page (annoying everyone in the room), whereas I didn’t laugh once in the entire film.
Wondered how they could make the rather unique, eccentric story telling of the book into a film. Now I know the answer. They couldn’t.
