A lot of lip service was given to how difficult Cloud Atlas, a novel by David Mitchell, was to adapt into a film. It was the hook that drove publicity. Unlike most people in the film industry, however, I read the book, which from my memory, lent itself well to the cinema. It’s very episodic. It’s also not that long—400 pages or so. Let’s just say that Mitchell is no fucking George R.R. Martin, and George R.R. Martin got a fucking 10 episode television series. This introduction sucks, but I don’t feel like re-writing the post to make it better, so you’re going to have to deal with it.
What I mean to say is that I don’t think the book could have been THAT difficult to make into a film. But I’m probably wrong. To save you from the agony of having to make the decision for yourself, I’m going to start by describing the book, and then give an idiotic synopsis of the film. Let us begin.