Hollywood,

Let your screenwriters come up with wondrous, fantastic ideas of their own. Why are they consistently borrowing novels of PURE masterpiece and slicing their chapters up like overworked Benihana sous chefs at 6 p.m., feeding their harried, sodium-induced filth to the public?

Most novels, especially those over 350 pages do not, I repeat, DO NOT translate well to film. (That is, television OR the big screen.)

*Frankly, World-in-General, may I suggest you pay writers more so they aren't enticed into giving you rights to their special babies?!*

So, quit your crap about giving Rudy Steiner one last sentimental word to Liesel Meminger. (Speaking of thieves, you have stolen minutes from my life I will never get back. I image if Markus Zusak wasn't still alive, he'd be turning over in his grave over this debauchery.)

Heck, after seeing season 4, no one wonders why Jessica Brown Findlay left "Downtown Abbey". (And, why wouldn't she want to go and pretend to make love to Collin Farrell anyway? Smart chick.). Yet, despite all of its brilliant actors, "A Winter's Tale" makes no sense on the big screen. Nada. My tender brain has melted.

WHAT IS GOING ON?! Don't ya'll get paid enough? Don't ya'll get enough credit?

Signed,
Everyone

P.S. (Yes, I 'stole' that last part from "The Water Boy". I don't get paid silver screen wages, you know. So sue me for the money I don't -- and never will have -- you money-hungry fools...)