I did see The Road finally. It was disappointing and confused, the screenwriter's additions undermining McCarthy's vision, which was communicated mainly through the intensity of the prose. It's like the movie didn't trust itself. Needed to back away. That, in a sense, is a tribute to the book.
Babies turning on a spit. What, after the last century, you can't film that? After the 6 million, you can't film that? After ten thousand rapes a year and a million-something murders, for our entertainment? You can't film the truth?
Everywhere babies turning on a spit above a cooking fire. The hungry adults waiting, adding sticks.
sorry, can't give this one better than eh
