Remakes, live actions, and book adaptations seem to be the only current renditions of originality circulating within the film industry. Arguably, book adaptations are the most regurgitated platform of resources, making it less respectable to book lovers like I. Whether the film should adhere to the needs of book fanatics seeking verbatims or enter a new realm of novel-based ideas seems to be the question at hand. Childhood films like the Harry Potter series and The Chronicles of Narnia franchise hold influential stances on bibliophiles and the alike, which tend to cloud the current perception of book adaptations. Mind my saying, but they merely prance around the denotation without much-needed refinement. Some films that attempt both ends of audience demands but miss the mark by a single hair are American Psycho, Pride and Prejudice (the Keira Knightly version, obviously), and The Shining.

Since 2013, I have forgotten that this depiction of Dr. Seuss’ The Lorax existed in the same world I live in. Ever since the work of gravity from the pockets of actor Zac Efron occurred, The Lorax has been kept out of my mind and far from my screens. Recently, I found out the Askew Student Life Center on campus will be having a showing of The Lorax on April 14th at 7 PM. Hearing this not only brought back memories of the year 2012, a year filled with the challenges of being nine years old, but brought the memory of the movie that is The Lorax. To be completely honest, I have mixed feelings about this movie; it is excellent, informative, colorful, and memorable. Zac Efron and Taylor Swift were mostly what 9-year-old me thought about, apart from One Direction. However, Dr. Seuss has invaded most of my childhood memories, beginning when in preschool, I watched The Cat in the Hat, a movie that scarred me without repair. Mike Myers as The Cat in the Hat is forever imprinted within my brain.