As soon as the movie begins, you know yoy're in for another wild Hollywood ride of CGI and SFX drenched non-stop-continuous nonsensical visuo-aural mind drool.

I never read the book. My guess as based on other IMDb reviews - If I had read and loved the book, I would have found this film even more annoying, perhaps even offensive, than I found it as a RPO virgin experience.

I'm tired of movies that infuse the sound design of every breathing moment with way too many disingenuous 70s and 80s songs to impose these instant faux euphoric feelings in the target market demographic. Its silly. Its sickening. Please at least be a bit more subtly artful with these cognitive affiliation marketing and psycho-sales gimmicks in future such endeavors, my sweet frenemies of Movie Studio Industry. You don't need to poke us right in the eyes, ears, nose, and throat with this stuff, okay? Put just a bit more Art and less numbers-driven clownish machinery into your so-called craft.

Besides that bit of universal pleading from someone who has entirely given up hope for television and cinema media, the rest is connect the dots, color safely inside the lines, take absolutely no risks, explore no new exciting terrains of visuality &/or storytelling. Just turn the volume up, sit back, and get ready for 2 hours and 20 minutes of ho hummery from the veritable master of filmic mastercraftsmen himself, Steven Allan Spielberg. I should've known better. I should've re-watched Brazil instead.