It was surprisingly satisfying to see a much-loved work adapted to screen in a way that felt, smelled, tasted like the book. There are times I read Dick and his characters' affect is brusque, maybe wooden. Intentionally or not, it was that way in parts in the film, and I loved it. It was the most home-y Dick adaptation I've ever seen. At no point did I feel the film directed the work away from his mind, his work, his thoughts. I was home, back in his books, but on the screen.
In Wales we have a word; "hiraeth". Sort of a longing, a wistful lack of home and hearth that one was. To be rid of the hiraeth one has to go home and dig one's toes into the soil, breathe in the atmosphere, and reminisce. That feeling is what I got watching this film... my Philip K. Dick hiraeth was reset for a while. Very, very few of Dick's works have been so lovingly and faithfully placed on screen.
In this instance I got exactly what I wanted: a faithful transformation from page to screen, and damn the horses. I wouldn't have it any other way.
In Wales we have a word; "hiraeth". Sort of a longing, a wistful lack of home and hearth that one was. To be rid of the hiraeth one has to go home and dig one's toes into the soil, breathe in the atmosphere, and reminisce. That feeling is what I got watching this film... my Philip K. Dick hiraeth was reset for a while. Very, very few of Dick's works have been so lovingly and faithfully placed on screen.
In this instance I got exactly what I wanted: a faithful transformation from page to screen, and damn the horses. I wouldn't have it any other way.