There’s something always so strange about watching your favorite books as movies.
Reading a book is so much more emotionally demanding.You know these characters really well because you spent so many hours in their company. You know how they look. How they sound. How they think.
And then boom… someone else’s imagination of how they look, sound, and think, replaces your own.
Sometimes, it’s a wonderful feeling. A movie can add a whole new dimension, making you relive something you love so much. The Lord of the Rings movies were genius in that way. The Harry Potter ones weren’t bad either.
In the case of Ender’s Game, I spent months of my life obsessing over every book, short story, and comic novel . It is, after all, one of my favorite universes. I was so excited to watch the movie, because I ran out of Ender books years ago.
Today, my family and I went to the cinema.
And oh… Movies are such horrible excuses for story telling. What took countless months of unfolding in the books was done in two measly hours. There was no character development, no insight into the brilliant strategy and ethical philosophy that makes the books so beautiful.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s a fun watch. The setting was perfectly imagined, even better than I imagined it to be. The graphics were breathtaking. The casing was genius.
But Ender’s Game in particular is a story of detail and build ups. The movie lacked both, making me feel like I was eating mansaf, one of my favorite dishes, without jameed… Flat, quite “regular”, very disappointing, and most importantly, missing the main ingredient.
Skip the movie. Get the book.