I sat down and watch the movie version of The Time Traveller's Wife. I knew going into it that it wasn't going to live up to the book as I knew fellow fans of the book who didn't like the movie at all. I kind of enjoyed the movie itself. This here is one layer of my sad, because it is a bit of a tear jerker, and I am a sucker for a Hollywood tear jerker. It got me invested enough to give me a sad. Okay, cool.
Looking back, however, I just ... couldn't enjoy it like the book. Full disclosure: I love the character Henry from the book. Like, I love him an embarrassing amount. I would read a book that was nothing but Henry talking to people and otherwise getting into his mischief for 1,000 pages, and I would buy two copies. The movie just doesn't capture that Henry at all. I think it manages to do justice to Claire's feelings and overall plot. I don't really hate Claire, but I'm rather ambivalent about her. Given that the whole point of what the author intended with the book was supposed to be centred around her, I think this is a good thing. And really, I still managed to invest myself in the movie despite this blatant change to my very favorite thing. But really. Henry.
Also, the book is a pretty slow burner which is another thing I really enjoyed about it, and the movie just blazed through so much of it. I realize that trying to film a slow burner of this would have been Hollywood anathema, but ... yes.
It was basically a movie about Generic Leading Man/Claire and their love's rise and fall. And I was mostly okay with that I guess. But it wasn't really Henry/Claire. And that's the bigger sad for me. :/
I really need to get out of my fantasy rut and read something else. I write fantasy, and I should read fantasy, but I haven't read non-fantasy since like ... 2011? Yeah, that's a rut.