Often, but not always., books that become movies don’t turn out well in the movie. Thankfully, that is not the case with The Kite Runner, the movie based on the book by Khaled Hosseini. (I posted a while back on the book here and here)
I just finished watching it (rented it from the library). Just wonderful. Slow to begin, much more of a positive ending than the book really left you with. But still, touching. Hard. Gripping. Painful.
One thing that struck me, and I was surprised to find it was not lost in the movie, is the deep difference between our own culture. Not just religious expression or government, all the trite things that so often distinguish us. But the facial expressions. The way a man carries himself that shows his emotion, his compassion. The way he deals with injustice, with his own failure, with life as it is – not as it should be. It never ceases to amaze me that people who should be broken under the weight of all that surrounds them seem to best understand joy and compassion. They may fail to experience the “joy” we seek, but the joy they find is much richer.
Anyway, I would definitely suggest it for a late night with no distractions. Let it transport you to a different time, a different place, and then back again. I’d love to convey more. I just have no words to describe it properly.
And now to bed.