Dark Tower - But I don’t think it can be done. I think the reason a lot of Stephen King’s adaptations fail as movies is because his books spend a lot time describing his character’s inner monologue.
Ender’s Game - I was so excited for this movie. But if you are a fan of the books then you saw a lot of discrepancies between the movie and the book. So it ended up being a decent general sci-fi movie.
That’s the reason most books can’t be adapted exactly as written. Unless the writing is so horribly stilted (X went to Y, X said Z to α, X had β happen to him because of α…) that you wouldn’t want to read it in the first place, you’ll need a large amount of narration and/or characters speaking their thoughts out loud, which doesn’t work most of the time and gets worse if they’re doing it solely for the purpose of the viewer getting into their headspace.
I tend to have a lot of bits in drawers, so any type of small sturdy plastic or cardboard boxes are used to help keep drawers tidy. My fave are old business card boxes. Great for things like batteries, clips, lipsticks, hair bands.
I started using sort of odd shaped zipper bags (the kind that come with a piece of furniture or electronics) so instead of 100 little things bouncing around the drawer it’s more like a dozen small baggies.
Battlefield Earth was my favorite book as a young teenager. Ignoring everything else about the author (which I didn’t know at the time), I thought the book was brilliant (especially the first half). It touched my imagination in a way no other book had before, and I must have read it about a dozen times.
I seem to recall the book cover saying that a major motion picture was coming out soon, but I guess time is relative. For me it was about eighteen years (which was more than half my life at the time) before the movie actually came out, and that seemed like an eternity.
I wish I could say it was worth the wait. The movie was horrible – it had bad acting, a bad script, and couldn’t carry the book in only two hours.
It currently has a 3% tomatometer score at Rotten Tomatoes and a 2.5/10 at IMDB. The movie also won Worst Picture of the Decade at the 2010 Razzie Awards.
To be fair, as a Sci-fi writer L.Ron was actually pretty talented. I feel like I could have actually gotten in to his writing if I hadn’t only ever known him as fucking L.Ron Hubbard the idiot father of Scientology.
Starship Troopers. The book is great, but the movie is like if someone wrote a short summary of the cliffs notes of the book. I guess they both had bugs.
Funny you say that- that isn’t far from how it was made. Someone wrote a spec script about a human war with space bugs, independent of starship troopers. When one of the production people read the script they brought up the point that there was a book that they remembered that was kind of like it. When they checked, no one had the film rights to it so they bought it for cheap. They then did a quick rewrite to slap in the character names and basic/cheap/easy things from the book to make more of an appeal to the book fans. Then when the director came on board he was a fan if the book but also wanted to do his own thing. So you now had at least 3 different directions the story was going and it was simply held together by the loose premise of starship troopers.
I have two types that I love but rarely get to see. First is when I dream entire movies with a beginning, middle, and end. Bonus points if the movie is insanely surreal and sci-fi. The dreams I’ve had like this I still remember even after such a long time. And the other is dreams that have music in them. They’re the most interesting songs but I can never remember how they go after I wake up so I’ll never be able to hear it again.
Ok so I have a super unserious one compared to everyone here but I am legit really proud of myself for it.
I have pretty bad trypophobia where I will have a pretty extreme visceral reaction to many different holes, patterns of them, etc. This includes nail holes in the wall so I have a hard time putting things up and especially taking things down. When I moved places a few years ago I tried to face this extremely irrational fear and made myself fill every single nail hole in our old apartment. I felt so ill and honestly still feel ill even typing this out. I had to lay down on the floor in the dark apartment for what felt like hours because I was so nauseous. But I did it. Never fucking doing it again, but I did it and nobody can take that from me. This year I even put up two frames all by myself.
I heard about a strategy for remembering dreams that did work for me, but to be fair, I already occasionally remembered dreams, I just wanted to remember them more frequently and with more detail.
The moment I wake up, I write down absolutely anything I can remember about my dream. I found that as I was writing, some details would come back to me. After a few weeks doing this, I was remembering many details from my dreams nearly every night, and even having what seems like more vivid dreams.
I did stop doing et EVERY day, cause for me, I just wanted to know if it actually works, but writing first thing in the morning every day felt like too much trouble. If I have an especially weird or vivid dream I do still like to write it down quickly just for the novelty of having a record of your own dreams.
The ones where I have a "boyfriend’. Like… I don’t even know if this character is my bf. Sometimes it’s a faceless character, sometimes it’s just one of friends… Whatever it is, we have sex, cuddle n stuff. It feels rlly nice!
I dream very, very infrequently, partially because of hypophantasia, partially because I learned lucid dreaming interferes with my sleep (it really isn’t that healthy), and also I’ve sort of stunted my dreaming. To explain, during a time when my outlook on the dreaming process was different, it used to be I primarily dreamt about people I missed. Such dreams were my glory, but then I’d wake up and the realization it was a dream once again would hit me hard.
One night I had such a dream, it became lucid, and I discovered that, despite being emotionally numb in real life which meant I have a hard time crying, in my dream I gravitated towards crying, and it felt unnaturally natural because I wouldn’t have expected it if I don’t gravitate towards crying in real life. It came to a point when I didn’t want to dream anymore, even if I never dreamt that often in the first place, so I pushed my ability to do so far, far away.
Okay? Yes. Satisfactory? Meh. I know life circumstances have demonstrated they could be better than they are. I’ve lost a few people in life in ways that are particularly difficult to think back on. I go about myself normally but I’d be lying to say I could confirm the parts of my mind I may be neglecting have or will ever see itself as beyond all that.
If I’m not paid for ALL the time I am required to be on-site and available to my employer (including for security purposes), I’m finding another job asap. Don’t give your time away without being compensated for it.
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