Yesterday I finished reading The Man in the Iron Mask.
This was the third book in Alexandre Dumas' trilogy about d'Artagnan and the rest of the musketeers. I started with The Three Musketeers a while ago, then read Twenty Years After, and concluded with The Man in the Iron Mask. Good reads all of them, with a similar style to The Count of Monte Cristo: a complex, character-driven plot.
After finishing The Three Musketeers, I thought to myself, "This is very little like that Disney movie from a few years ago. Damn Disney! Damn them to hell!"
When I got around to finishing The Man in the Iron Mask, I thought to myself, "This is nothing like that movie from a few years ago. What the fuck?"
As they would say on Fark, "Hollywood is out of ideas."
