the atlantic was born today

living at home is going pretty well. so far i’ve read some chomsky and i’ve slept a lot and i started reading lost in translation by nichole mones which is the book the movie is “based on.” which is really untrue because the book and movie are not even close to related. and it really makes me mad. sophia coppola does this often. at least the virgin suicides she only kind of destroyed one theme. this movie all she did was keep the name of the book and the name of the main girl. the movie was about a girl who went to japan with her photographer boyfriend and fell in love with a washed-up american actor and the book is about an american girl who lives in china to escape the legacy of her racist father and works as a translator and is hired by this american archaeologist searching for homo erectus, aka peking man, aka the missing link and falls in love with a chinese archaeologist along for surveillance. oh whoa. not even close. most of hollywood is pretty bad about butchering books when converting them to movies but my god could they be any different? why doesn’t she just write her own screen play. all she’d have to do is pick a different title maybe “this movie made jess want to kill herself but she still thinks it’s great” and a different name for scarlett johannsen’s character. i swear. she cut out the best themes and symbols. egh.

i saw oceans twelve with kyle today. i enjoyed it. especially for a sequel it was spectacular.

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