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.