Stanley Tucci does a laudable job playing a creepy mofo, and Susan Sarandon shows up to provide what might be the only thing that can even come close to qualifying as good.
I loved the book. In fact, after reading it, I went out and bought Alice Sebold’s Lucky. (I’ve yet to get my hands on The Almost Moon.)
The movie has great potential.
The book was fantastic.
The cast is pretty fantastic. Marky Mark and Rachel Weisz as eye candy and Susan Sarandon for comic relief (and fabulous hair.) And Stanley Tucci pulling out all the stops as the sinister guy you’d never ever let your kids go near.
And Saoirse Ronan does a decent job as the dead kid.
But the movie is a hack job. If I were Alice Sebold, I’d be pissed. It’s all special effects, and lacks the substance with which the book overflows. Honestly, I want my money back. That’s 2.5 hours of my life and $10 I’ll never see again.
