Way back in 1987 I was one of the people who enjoyed the film, “The Name Of The Rose”. I hadn’t read the book, but that made the ending more enjoyable.
Sean Connery as monk and the young Hollywood heart-throb of the time, Christian Slater played his young charge. The film was evocative, exciting and a little bit different.
Fast forward to 2018 and I decided to read the book by Umberto Eco. The memories of the film were blurry enough and I fancied reading something a little bit different.
As the chapters went by my mind was conjuring up a completely different vision of the two main characters. There was also so much more historical detail and nuances in the book.
Which begs the age-old question…is the book always better than the film? Well, mostly yes!
“You’re gonna need a bigger boat.”
The one exception in my view is “Jaws”. An incredible film, but a rather mediocre book.
Apart from that, the book always seems to be better. There’s no more assured director than your own imagination. Words can convey so much more than a panning shot, a tense scene or a dangerous exchange. Don’t get me wrong, I adore films, but they always seem to come in second place to words.