If you know me, you know I am a stickler for historical accuracy. This can mean accuracy to the actual time period, or accuracy to the fictional history of a story.
Books-to-movie adaptations will forever scare me. I don’t trust anyone these days to tell a story accurately. I want all the good stuff in a book to translate to the movie. Or, at least, most of it. As long as there is some effort there, I can enjoy the story.
But if they do a bad job…you do NOT want to ask my opinion. I will be ranting forever on what they missed, what they added, how they changed the ENTIRE story with one missed detail… It’s kind of a problem.
I’ve gotten a lot better over the years. I can handle the classic 1985 Anne of Green Gables movie now. They changed stuff, but they stayed true to the characters for the most part. But I’m still terrified for Netflix’s new Pride and Prejudice adaptation. (You don’t need to redo something that has already been done well multiple times!) And I hope Disney never ever remakes Tangled. Ever. It would not be the same.
I think this ridiculous desire for accuracy comes from the deep desire for truth. I want it to be truthful to the original story. I want the truth to be shown, not some fake version that doesn’t paint the full picture.
Truth is so important. No matter what the world says, truth will always be truth. It’s not “your truth and my truth.” That defeats the purpose of truth.
“And you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” (John 8:32)
-Kaetrianne Ramer
