Now, just to prove that I don't spend my entire life in the library under a pile of Theology books or on my knees in Chapel praying for deliverance from said pile of books - me and a couple of friends went to see War Horse this week.
I am a huge Michael Morpurgo fan, have been since school when one of my teachers read "Why the Whales Came" to my class. And these days, sometimes it is nice to pick up a book I can read! (The frustrations of someone with dyslexia who would like nothing more than to just be able to sit down with a novel and not move till it was finished - but 8 months is a long time to be sat in one place!) Anyway, along with a number of other Morpurgo books, War Horse features in my top 20 books, so I was a little unsure about going to see the film. But it is a fantastic film. There may have been a couple of creative additions and a couple of admissions, but it was a really good adaptation and some of the cinematography was amazing. Not to mention the soundtrack! But apart from being a breath-taking film, my lasting memory of the night was how me and my friends walked out of the cinema in complete silence.
Was it the subject material of the film? Was it the imagery? Was it the determination of Joey? Or that even in the midst of war there is also love?
Maybe it wasn't any of those, but I now have some ideas for using the film and the book in future sermons :-)
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