I don’t think there is three movies worth of content in Atlas Shrugged. Rand, while a good writer of prose, was also a self indulgent writer and “over wrote” Atlas. The book could have been done in half the space of its 1000+ pages and lost nothing. Over half the book consists of very long speeches and soliloquies from its characters which are very repetitious of each other. Don’t get me wrong, I love the book but many find it too tedious to finish because of the problems I raise above. I think many would find three movies of the book the same.
recommend “Colony 14” by Don Fredrick
259 pages, well written and says it all
I agree that the book could have been about half the length without any loss.
We do not know for sure, but she most likely died from alcoholism.I can see her going off on a rant through one of her characters over and over.
I will see this movie. I hope it is worth it.
“Rand, while a good writer of prose, was also a self indulgent writer and “over wrote” Atlas. “
She didn’t think anyone was qualified to edit her writing.
You love the book but couldn’t finish it? Give me a break.
My mistake, again. Your point is well-taken.
She does tend to drone on. I swear, Ayn Rand can drag the act of picking up a pencil out to about three long paragraphs.
James Flibberdegook examined the desktop as he prepared to write the letter. Should he use the top-notch mechanical pencil? Too formal. The cedar number two pencil, which had been sharpened dozens of times by his assistant? James pondered the many times he had demanded the excess graphite and sawdust be blown from the tip, and mo matter how many times he explained the importance of this task, Goober, the assistant, could not seem to muster the intelligence to accept its necessity.No, the cedar number two will never do. Goober had forgotten to sharpen it before he left for his dental appointment, which, in James' opinion, had been scheduled way too early in the day. James always thought Goober's general oral hygiene was done too hastily on most days, but he noticed his assistant's dental care was much more thorough today than most. James had always suspected Goober of chewing on his pencils, perhaps in a devious plot. "Why, oh why," muttered James to himself as he returned to the proper consideration of choosing the correct pencil for his letter.
Rummaging through the top drawer, he found an old inexpensive mechanical pencil he had once received as a gift from his daughter when she was three. "What was she thinking?" James absent-mindedly asked himself as he drew the pencil from the drawer. To his dismay, he found it necessary to refill it with leads Goober had purchased recently from the stationary store at the corner of 2nd and 21st (the one with the new display of 3x5 notecards next to the front cash register). Being faced with the imponderable choices, James sputtered, "Aw, screw it!" as he turned from the desk to ponder the meaning of the exchange between his two business partners at the party the previous evening.
Maybe it's just me....