On Friday night we went to see Invictus – the film about Nelson Mandela and the Rugby World Cup of 1995 (more of which in later posts). I had just finished reading the book, originally published with the title “Playing the enemy” – I was determined to finish it before I saw the film. However, this tempered my enjoyment of it.
I was constantly comparing and contrasting the two versions, which certainly took away from the overall experience. Helen really enjoyed the film; I thought it was good.
Ironically I felt that John Carlin, the author of the book, overplayed the saintliness of Mandela and the power of his smile; for me, the film underplayed the sense of presence that Mandela apparently has.
How do you resolve the book/movie dilemma? Does it even affect you, or am I just being a bit anal?