Beyond the poor direction and overall weak production quality, what disappointed me the most about this movie was how drastically it failed to capture the emotional depth and energy of the book. The novel was filled with beautiful, powerful, and emotionally charged scenes - moments that made you truly feel the roller coaster of emotions the characters went through. Each chapter had intensity, vulnerability, and meaning. In contrast, the movie chose to simplify almost every important scene, stripping them of their complexity and emotional impact. What were once touching, passionate moments on paper became flat, predictable, and lifeless on screen.
It felt as if the filmmakers were more concerned with fitting everything into a two-hour runtime than actually telling the story properly. Instead of diving into the characters' inner worlds and relationships, they merely skimmed the surface, showing the events without the feelings behind them. The transitions between major plot points were rushed, and many of the most memorable moments from the book were either changed completely or left out. Because of this, the audience never gets to experience the range of emotions - love, pain, confusion, and joy - that made the book so captivating in the first place.
Even though the movie ends the same way as the book, the journey there feels hollow. The adaptation loses the raw emotion and sincerity that defined the original story. It's a shame, because the potential was definitely there; the book gave them everything they needed to make a heartfelt, powerful film. I can only hope that the rest of the My Fault: London - will learn from these mistakes and deliver a better, more faithful adaptation that truly honors the spirit of the source material.
