To sum it up in one word, “grim.”  The movie was good, it was graphic and true to the book.  But I’ve decided the movie just can’t relay the poetic beauty of the book.  You leave the book touched, whereas I left the movie theater depressed or slightly disturbed.

Kate and I are anxious to see “The Road” that is just now hitting certain theaters.  We both read the book over the summer (Cormac McCarthy) and it was fantastically dark and beautiful. The movie looks good too: