I tried to read the book Tristram Shandy, by Laurence Sterne, a few years ago. I was having brunch alone and wanted something to distract me while waiting for food, so I started the book. I had no idea what I was getting into, and thought it would be like Tom Jones.

The book Tristram Shandy is a first-person narrative by the title character, who has decided to write his autobiography. He intends to start with his birth and progress in a linear fashion. However, he is a master of digression. The digressions amused me at first, but after a dozen chapters or so I grew impatient and annoyed and closed the book without having gotten as far as the birth. I never finished it. Later, I learned that the point of the book was that the author was continually distracted by digressions and never actually made it past his own birth.

Now how do you make a book like that into a movie? I would have guessed it was impossible. Yet when I first learned someone had filmed Tristram Shandy: A Cock and Bull Story, and heard about the imaginative way in which it had been adapted, I could not wait to see the movie.
categories Reviews, Cinematical