Long before there was Adam Sandler’s Bedtime Stories, there was Cornelia Funke’s beautiful novel Inkheart, and tonight I saw the Inkheart movie. All her young life, Meggie wondered what happened to her mother. Then when some very strange strangers start appearing in her life, she discovers that her father is a Silvertongue – he has the ability to read characters right out of the pages. Unfortunately, when he discovered this ability he inadvertently read Meggie’s mother into the book.
It’s been a couple years since I read Inkheart, which made it a perfect time to see the movie. The book details have become fuzzy, so I wasn’t obsessively watching for changes that the film made. The movie adaptation is wonderful – I’d say it fully captures the magic of the book. The cast is inspired. When did Brendan Fraser grow up to become such a sensitive father figure? Oh, and Dame Helen Mirren. Everything she touches turns to gold. And there’s creepmaster Andy Serkis – Gollum, himself – playing the villainous Capricorn. Great performances all.
I’d leave the younger ones at home when you go to see this. 8 or 9 would be the youngest I’d suggest. The story a bit complex, and the ending has some amazing imagery that’s the stuff of nightmares. Not for the easily frightened, to be sure. You’ll see a couple snippets of what I’m talking about in the trailer, and I’m sure you’ll know if it’s right for your kids or not.