Yes, Amy was the personification of the phrase “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.” Yes, she was manipulative and I felt that she even deceived me, the reader. But also, yes, I liked her. For once, I couldn’t predict the actions of a female character. She didn’t play the part of the all too common feminine archetypes. She wasn’t the housewife, the best friend, the cafe employee, or the innocent airhead (as played by Andie). She wasn’t even the common bitch. She was Amazing Amy.
Hearing about David Fincher (director) taking on the project made me further anticipate the film adaptation. The movie included all the major and critical parts to the novel’s plot. Viewers didn’t know who was to blame in the beginning, and Nick seemed questionable at various parts before Amy’s true character was shown.
I wasn’t one of those that wasn’t content with the book’s ending. I thought it suited the characters. However, I wasn’t sure what about the film I found to be unsatisfying. I wanted there to be more. Granted, the details couldn’t be given, but it was altogether unsatisfying.
I understand Hollywood’s need to be as crude and visual as possible, but the film took it to the next level (especially when compared to the novel). I’m sure it was also the music that added the movie’s gloomy tone.
The casting was great, so I can’t place my finger on what about the movie seemed off. I understand readers’ high expectations of a book adaptation to a film, but I’m not usually one of those types. Granted, I had the disadvantage that I could no longer be surprised by the pot twist, but even the ending had a different effect on me than the novel did.