I should have loved Gaiman's Coraline. Instead, I loved the story, the characters and the overall creep factor, but didn't love...what? His prose? I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Instead, I liked the book well enough and was very excited when I found out it was being made into a stop action movie, thinking I would prefer it as a film.
I should have loved Selnick's Coraline.. Instead, I loved the story and the characters of Coraline and the Other Mother, and though the creep factor was there, one's imagination brings an awful lot to a book's table. How I imagined things painted a scarier picture in my mind. I thought Fanning and Hatcher were good. But...but...but... I cannot put my finger on what exactly I didn't like. Whatever, it is enough to hurt my enjoyment of the film and I was left disappointed. I even found myself thinking, "I would probably prefer reading to seeing, except...I didn't." So much to love about both, but not enough to fall in love, I guess.
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