bubosquared | (no subject)

So I bought the novelisation of Sid and Nancy. I've only read like three pages here and there, but I don't think I'm jumping to conclusions when I say it's total, utter shite.

I mean, the main reasons I never wanted to see the movie were that Mr Lydon had said that a) the movie's just wrong about a lot of facts, and b) the accents were so far off it wasn't funny anymore. (I could've lived with a), but um. I'm rather picky about accents, especially British ones. I know more or less what Cockney sounds like, what the Pistols soud like, and I'd be thrown out of the flow of the movie by the grating accents.) I figured Hey! Books don't have accents, so maybe I'll be able to read this. It was only about $1.5, too, so no big loss, but. Um. How to say this ...

It sucks. "Nancy Sue" comes to mind, and not just because of the whole sleeping with Sid thing. I mean, right down to the language and the romance and gah! Gag me! With a spork! Please! Urk. As I said to Tri:

When I get home, I'll type up some of this shit for you. Once you get past the vomit-inducingness, it's freaking hilarious. And the thing is, someone got paid to write this. They paid someone to write what amounts to a Mary Sue story. I'm tempted to write to the publisher to give them the URL to SEX and say "Yo. Look. Good writers. Wanna pay them for a change?" Hey, I'd buy a novel versio of, say, Colleen's stories.

So yeah. I'm avoiding doing that work thing I'm supposedly getting paid for. Should stop with the avoidance.