I am very self-conscious when it comes to writing film reviews, as I have not a clue what I am talking about, but I can hardly help myself here. I have a sincere compulsion to gush about the film that I watched yesterday evening and is still on the forefront of my mind when I woke up this morning. In truth, I wanted to spill out my gushiness as soon as I got home from the cinema, but sleep beckoned.
So. The Reader is adapted from a novel of the same name by Bernhard Schlink (a novel I have not read, and one I must add to my ever growing reading list), whether it is a faithful adaptation, I cannot say. Regardless, the film has powerful messages and raises important moral questions which are incredibly difficult to answer. Continue reading