Ashley and I went and saw Stardust tonight; a well timed few days after the hardcore fans and the giggling girls had flocked to it over the weekend. It’s one of my favorite books, and as much as I love integrity, I also understanding needing to change certain elements to adapt a story to a different media and appeal to a different crowd. Ashley hadn’t made it all the way but confessed to have loved the plot so far.
The theater was pretty empty (but 7pm on a Monday, what else can one expect) and mostly young couples and groups of hardcore-looking teens filed in. We sat silent throughout the film, except for a few scattered laughs from Ashley and myself. At the final zoom-out, Ashley turned to me and pointed out that “They did live happily ever after, like you said.” My reply: “Yes but this was a completely different happily ever after.”
As the credits began, the man sitting behind me gave a “What-ever!” and a “That sucked…” floated from the back of the theater. We all stood up and filed out together, leaving no film afficianado behind to watch the credits. One teen offered a “It was better than I expected…” only to receive cold glares from her group of friends. Together we trudged back into the theater lobby, with gripes of “I’ll stick to books from now on.” and “Well that killed my faith in movies.”
Yesterday Matt and I hung around a Barnes & Nobles for several hours trying to stave off boredom, and I decided that I should finally buy a copy of Gaiman’s Fragile Things. Unfortunately, I was unable to reach the F-G section of ‘Fiction and Literature’ because a swarm of teenage girls and their middle-aged mothers had gathered around those shelves speaking loudly of Stardust and how Gaiman absolutely must become a favorite author of theirs.
One girl picked up the new trade paperback of Stardust, opened to the middle and exclaimed: “Tristran?! I’ve always thought his name was Tristan!” The girl next to her, probably a sister, reprimanded: “Always? You just saw the movie yesterday!”