December 20, 2002
I know it's silly to have invested so much hope in a mere movie, but I really couldn't help it no matter how I tried. And that's why, now, I can't help the overwhelming feeling of loss and betrayal. I thought he understood what it was we all treasured so much about the book, what we needed to see on the screen; I thought his vision, if not my own, was that of a fellow lover. Apparently I was wrong. He's more in love with his own creation than with the source, and for that I can never forgive him.