James Franco was delusional if he thought he could ever adapt the book. He strips all meaningfulness of its format, prose and the such, the beauty and poetry with which Faulkner transforms this simple story into a contender for the Great American Novel, and turns it into a choppy, corny drama with him and his buddies at the front. He doesn't understand why this book was so important, and rather thinks its just the story, and not the language (wether written or audiovisual) that makes it what it is. Frankly insulting, not only to the viewer, who leaves offended and emptied of all grace, but to the concept of art itself.
Review of The Sound and the Fury
