white oleander was good. it's always been one of my favorite books and when i saw a preview that it had been made into a film i just cringed. but, to my surprise, michelle pfeiffer played ingrid with just enough obsessive creepiness to keep her both beautiful and fascinating.
adrian lyne's version of lolita is another one. since this book has been my absolute favorite for many, many years, i tend to steer clear of any film versions. but this one, with jeremy iron as humbert and dominique swain as our little nymph, is pretty much perfection. the scene where she sees him in the window and runs upstairs in slow motion is one of the most heartbreaking scenes i have ever seen on film. when he lets go of her and clutches at his stomach. it's incredible.
memoirs of a geisha was a great book, but the film never should have been made. it was an ok film, everything was really pretty to look at and the costumes were awesome, but you just can't get into sayuri's head the way you can in the book. also, the ending of the book had me in tears, but it completely flopped on film.
brokeback mountain is another one that was almost as good as the story. we got all of that breathtaking scenery. annie proulx's writing is just so amazing, though. i mean, in my opinion, the written word can just never be outdone, even by the most amazing film.