Last night, Steve and I went to see The Woman in Black in the cinema.
Now, after pooping our pants at the stage version and being told how scary it was by other people, we thought (well, I thought) it would be a good idea to go and see the film version.
After being thoroughly annoyed that it barely followed the same basic plot idea as the book and play, I was still rather scared. I think the kids were added to give it that creep-factor and the scenes with the idiot villagers and their superstition, but it was neither in the book or the play so I didn't like it.
Steve squeaked when his reflection in the window turned into a screaming woman. That lightened the mood a little bit. As did a group of teenage girls who were just screaming/laughing/"OH MY GOD"ing all the way through it.
Radcliffe did a good job of "not being Potter", in my opinion, and I liked the man from Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy who played his mate. And the dog (not the stupid twin chihuahuas who were added in for hilarity - I did laugh out loud at them). Apart from that, the local lawyer looked a bit... well. Weird. With big eyebrows and tiny eyes. Very strange.
This is why I'm not a film critic. I don't like many adaptations and I can't really remember the characters. I refer to them as "that guy" and "the woman with the hair".
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