If you’ve known me longer than three seconds, you probably know that while I have a hard time buttoning down a favorite on most things (song, artist, band – which gets particularly different to decide once you get out of the hormonal fangirl teen years), there is one indisputable title. Best first line of any book goes to Zora Neale Hurston’s Their Eyes Were Watching God.
Ships at a distance hold every man’s wish onboard.
Again, I’ve said it before. But SWOON. It is tattoo worthy (and shall be made so). Splendid. So, what does that have to do with anything? Well, there are lots of people who automatically despise movie adaptations in an annoying hipster-like fashion, constantly pointing out what changes were made and how it’s not “true” to what it isn’t supposed to be, namely a book. I’m not one of those people. I realize that these are two different animals.
Except for when Oprah and ABC made Their Eyes Were Watching God. Worst moment aside from the fact that the opening line wasn’t part of the movie? The pathetic way in which the title of the book was tossed in (no, not worked in, I promise), basically attempting to make it part of Janie’s characterization. O_O As opposed to the poignancy of the title being a piece of the narrative describing the way in which the frightened victims of the hurricane were staring into the darkness while the storm raged…it was reduced to Janie floating in a bog on her back, watching. God.
Aside from the fact that I really didn’t like Janie in the film and couldn’t understand what was wrong with her.
WHY am I talking about this? I have no idea. Something happened while I was on TweetDeck just now and then I thought of the beautiful first line and then I thought of the title-rape that Oprah’s people committed.