I read this book without having seen the movie. I can see where a movie adaptation would be problematic. This kind of story in a movie would depend on clever dialogue. However, much of this book is written as omniscient, dryly insightful observation without much explicit dialogue—something that I can see being accomplished in a movie only by filling in the unwritten dialogue or by shifting the book’s words onto an omniscient narrator droning on and on. I find myself wondering which tack the movie took.

The book, however, I found enjoyable.

Just… awful. I didn’t watch it by choice. And Claire Danes, Steve Martin? You wish.