i have spent literally all day with this story. i read memoirs of a geisha start to finish this afternoon, starting curled up in bed at home while it snowed, followed by over an hour curled up at panera eating broccoli cheddar soup with extra french bread, and then finally finishing it back curled up in bed. soon after finally finishing the book, i hit up westport’s blockbuster and picked up the movie. now that i’ve finished both i can safely say that once again a movie has failed the book. while the movie is beautiful and some of the scenes of the book are brought to life, much too much is left out from the story. this leaves the movie feeling melodramatic and the plot line sort of weak – not enough back story is given as to why certain passions exist, why certain angers erupt. plus i kind of felt that the dialogue was stilted and not all the acting really what the power of the story called for. either way once again writing has won out against film, for me, and i can’t say i feel surprised. sorry to come to this story and movie about three years after the fact of the movie’s release, but it is an interesting enterprise to read a story straight through and immediately watch the movie, and one i haven’t done before. i may have to try it again – but i can’t say i don’t expect the writing to win 9 times out of 10.