Dad read the book, so I got him the movie. Turned out he didn't like the book, just was the only one he could get his hands on. Didn't like the movies either, making me sorry and sad that I hadn't prepared good movies to give him, but then again, couldn't have guessed that he would actually be able to watch Dvds.
Made me start thinking an awful lot about how watching movies, especially accessibility, in different areas of the world works differently and how this ancient system of Hollywood, where I don't understand why and for who and so on, is the only thing out there for an awful big part of the world. Don't even want to start talking about all the problems I think that this (re)produces, don't wanna cry at the moment.