Moving
Pictures by
Terry Pratchett
This
book is cleverly done there’s no doubt. Pratchett looks at the world of film
making with his particular eye and encapsulates the ludicrous nature of acting
and film making, especially Hollywood. As is the way with all things Pratchett,
he turns everything you know on its head.
In this book he certainly does that.
However, I felt it was trying to be a bit too clever and that irritated
me.
There
were moments when I laughed out loud as I haven’t done in a while with some of
the other Discworld novels I’ve been reading. There is a deep message at the
core of this book and I wanted to fully understand it but was a bit inundated
by the endless topsy turvy film references. I felt there could have been less
of this and more story. To top it all off, the main characters were seriously
beginning to annoy me and I had an urge to slap either one or both at several
points during the reading.
I’m
used to reading a Pratchett and constantly wanting to get to the next page.
This was not the case here. I was relieved when the end finally came and also
that the central characters redeemed themselves a little. Even the shenanigans
of the Wonder Dog didn’t bring me as much joy as it should have. Onward to the
next book in the series, where hopefully more of what I enjoy so much about
Pratchett awaits.
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