Watched it? Okay.
All right, that's it, Hollywood, I'm taking away your X-Box. And your Wii. And your trousers. You only get them back when you learn to Respect The Bloody Books. You're turning Miss Marple into an American sex-pot, too, I gather. You ruined The Little White Horse with sparkly sentiment and cloying faux Englishness. You don't get to play in the European literary sand box any more.