I see that Russell Crowe is set to star in a movie adapted from Robert Cormier's Tenderness, certainly among the more filmable of Cormier's often narratively cunning novels, but we shall see. I'm sure I'm forgetting something completely obvious but the best movie I've seen from a YA novel was Gas Food Lodging, adapted from Richard Peck's Don't Look and It Won't Hurt.
We saw two movies this past weekend, Friends with Money and Inside Man, completely different from each other but united in--I hope I'm not giving anything away--the way each ends unexpectedly. It's not that the conclusions are shockers, more that you don't expect the movie to end when it does, a far cry from the Ramona book still on my desk from last week: "All the little first and second graders running around the playground, looking so young, made Ramona feel tall, grown up, and sort of . . . well, wise in the ways of the world." Now, that's conclusive. Anyone feel like contributing their favorite Last Line?
(Oh, and in between the two movies mentioned above we watched Duel in the Sun on cable, and I now take any opportunity I get to emulate Jennifer Jones as the "half-breed" temptress, pulling down one shoulder of my button-down shirt while sobbing "I'm trash, I tell ya. Trash!")