I received my copy of "Atlas Shrugged" from Netflix the other night and eagerly sat down to watch it.
About seventy minutes before I fell asleep in front of the TV.
In a word?
My fear was that the movie would be too true to the book (which sounds odd) and would get lost in one of the most complex tales ever told. And it was.
Which means, for anyone not well-versed in Ayn Rand's wonderful novel, the movie bounced hither and yon and made little sense.
Plus the relationship between the protagonists was far too antiseptic.
A big disappointment all the way around.