The book was pure, unadulterated shite.

I hope the movie is 110% better...with better dialogue.

I'm cold.
I know.
okay?
okay.


Pages upon pages of riveting conversations like that.

One of the best books I've ever read. I'm fairly certain the comment above was made by an absolute pant-crapping moron. I hope he get's clipped by a bike messenger.
I'll be seeing the movie this evening. I hope it's dismal and good.

What P-Bag needs in prose is turgid flowery conversations with complete sentences and lots of in-depth explanation of personal feelings. Otherwise s/he doesn't know how to feel about what s/he's reading.

So, how was the movie?