there was a book...ugh i HATE seeing the movie first
yeah, a pretty famous one. by Stanislaw Lem. I think he was russian, and wrote in french or something.
i've often thought about this. which is better? being dissapointed or being happy with the movies and then reflecting what they could have done different after reading the book?
oh, blah blah blah. did you's know theres also 1972 russian film based on the book. directed by a gifted director named Tarkovsky. i have yet to see this version but i'm told it's a beautiful to behold. steve soderbergh didn't do this film to cash in, he just loved the book, the old movie and the concept and he had his own interpretation to share. and he did an amazing job. again, the film is AMAZING. i say: take each work of art at it's own merit.
now the raping of Michael Crichton's books is something worth complaining about. nearly every one of his amazing books was turned into a big budget impersonal studio driven piece of crap. save the Jurassic Park flicks, all of which i enjoyed. even though MC didn't even conceive the third one.