I finally got to watch Memoirs of a Geisha last night when it arrived via Netflix. I must say I was a little disappointed.
The movie sticks to the book quite well, but something was missing though. I can’t quite put my finger on it. Well, for one thing. Everyone speaking with thick accents kind of takes away a little bit of the drama. I couldn’t quite call it my new favorite.
And I miss reading during my commute. The bus shakes way too much to focus, and of course there’s the stop and go. I didn’t get dizzy the first week, but my eyes got so tired. I didn’t want to jeopardize wrecking my vision all over again.
I’ll hit the library today for some books on CD. Hopefully I can do that on the road instead.