I am furious and sad. This trailer shows me a goofy, CGI-riddled mess. I was so excited when I heard about this movie, John Bellairs' books are starting to go out of print and I was hoping this would encourage kids to read them again. No kid who likes the movie is going to like the book. Period. The book was about Lewis learning a valuable lesson about who real friends are and facing fears, the book had positive adult role-models. A film could have been made that was funny, atmospheric and spooky that would honor Bellairs gothic inspirations and the Edward Gorey illustrations.

This is more than being upset about book vs. movie translation. This is, to borrow my husband's phrase, a book turned into a Universal Studios ride.

Hollywood. 1930s. Three up-and-coming actresses. Pretty dresses. Pretty boys. 

Honestly, I liked this book a lot. The writing was magnificent, from the unique characters to the seamless transitions between chapters.  It was interesting to read about our three main characters starting their careers and still making a mess of things, whether it be their fault or the fault of a supposed friend.  And of course it makes a point of showing how women were treated in Hollywood at that time and how that effected their relationships with one another.