The Road owned me.
3 years ago, Cormac McCarthy’s dirge of a novel The Road kept me riveted to my couch for 16 hours. I just so happened to have the flu and thank Jesus and Cormac that I had that book. Cover to cover, I couldn’t stop (except to nod off occasionally) reading this palpably gritty story.
As ashen as the world had become, I felt the same and probably looked it, too.
Recently, I had the chance to watch the movie. Disappointment was as scarce as food. IMDB and RottenTomatoes both offer a solid 75% rating, though I would give it another 10 points simply for sticking to the book. Viggo rocked the post-apocalyptic casbah and the boy did no worse. Effects were stunning, though minimalism really carried the entire story.
The only part of book and film I didn’t enjoy was the end… and that was because I wanted more. Redbox or Netflix it. This film will not get you laid, but it will make you cuddle your canned goods.
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