The saddest part about nerddom is loving books and loving movies and wanting books you love to translate into movies everyone will love.
The recently released film Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief broke my heart. It was loosely based (I can’t say this out loud with a straight face) on the Rick Riordan young adult novel Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief.
Though many character and setting elements remained in the adaptation, the plot of the book was completely overhauled. Instead of a cross country road trip to find the entrance to Hades, the main characters went on a ross country road trip to find…green marbles? Magical green marbles? There were no magical marbles in the book, because the book had a solid plot.
Also, the movie completely disregarded the actual Greek concept of the Underworld in favor of something that looks like a Christian Hell. In Greco-Roman mythology, the Underworld is made up of the Elysian Fields where heroes get to chill in luxury forever, Tartarus which was the inspiration for the Christian idea of Hell, and then a kind of blah place for everyone who was neither epically good or epically evil.
Riordan’s novel was amazing because it dealt with the concept of how mythology has been affected by the modernization of society. Like Neil Gaiman’s American Gods, it is an accessible commentary how ancient religious figures deal with the 21st century.
The movie has no deeper mystery, no sense of time. Also, the actor who plays Percy, 18 year-old Logan Lerman makes me feel like a dirty old woman. Thanks.