Also, there is quite bit of fighting in the book.

But in general I’m not interested in a film of a book I liked anyway.

I was changed by seeing the new works.

Some things can't be unseen.

Like how they’ll never stop making Willy Wonkas or Alice in Wonderlands, and each gets increasingly painful.

Our experience of art is necessarily influenced by the world; works don't just pass pristine and unaltered from their creation into our consciousness. They can be both enriched and cheapened by the cultural detritus they and we float through on the way; whether it's the mythology of an artist died beautiful and young, or the commodification of something once felt precious and unique.

for me they don't "spoil" the original work and I ignore them, but it is, in a way... deeply, cosmically, saddening, to the see the world do a shit job with a thing that you love. It hurts. It feels tragic that the world could be so shitty, in the same way that reading news articles about horrible people does.