I read the hit book, The Devil Wears Prada in the summer of 2005. I enjoyed the book; it was entertaining without being too heavy, just what one needed for poolside reading. I shared it with the other women in my family (it was definately chick lit) and they too liked it.
I found out later that year that a movie was being made about it, with Meryl Streep as the nasty boss, Amanda Preistly. I had a little trouble imagining that, but even though I’m not her biggest fan, I respect her ability to do the nearly impossible. Otherwise, I was really looking forward to the movie. The movie was released this last summer, and for one reason or another, I never made it to my local Cinemark.
Instead, I rented it on DVD last week. The characters were perfectly chosen, despite my hesitance to believe some of the choices were worthy. Meryl’s Amanda was played insanely believably (if its possible to be that big of a be-otch!). Andrea, played by Anne Hathaway, was pretty convincing, and Stanley Tucci as Nigel was absolutely brilliant (Full disclosure: I’ve loved him in nearly everything I’ve seen him in).
The film started off staying pretty close to the book, with some visual tricks done to communicate the transformation of Andrea from fashion dud to fashion queen while working at the fictional fashion rag, ‘Runway’. Then, suddenly the story began to change from the book. Now, we all know that this happens, it’s the whole artistic license thing (who issues those licenses anyway? I’d like to get a few revoked). What bothered me is when an entire portion of the story changed. Without going into details (so I don’t ruin it for others), the end is pretty much the same, but how they got there…so NOT the same.
This started me thinking about other movies from books I have seen and had similar complaints about. One came to mind immediately, Ya Ya Sisterhood. My mom and I watched this film, and again, looked forward to a visual reflection of what we read and loved in the novel. A disspointing number of story lines and content were changed.
Why is this, I wonder? I can only think that this is for a few reasons. Money, market share, and no way to really communicate some of the thoughts, feelings and musings of a character in a movie like you can in a book. I can, like many people, get lost in a book, get drawn in by the people and places and get sucked into the personal drama and thoughts of the characters. You almost feel like you are there, a part of the character. And as hard as movies try to do this, in most cases they miss the mark when adapting a popular book to the screen.
I don’t read as often as I’d like to, but I nearly always read when I travel. I’ve thought about watching DVDs instead to pass the time, but now that I’m convinced that the ending will probably change anyway, I’ll stick to the pages. My vote: Book is better.