I find almost the reverse. Movies seem to be significantly more likely to have weird errors or other elements that break my suspension of disbelief, whereas in books the fact that I’m imagining most of the events allows me to kind of filter anything that seems too implausible into a more logical narrative.
Interesting. I find it’s much easier to suspend disbelief and make excuses for movies, since I know that they only have two hours to work for—it’s much easier to convince myself that the explanation is correct, and they just didn’t have time to go in to it on screen :)
Try and do that with Rudy Rucker, I dare you. I only endured first thirty or so pages of his “Postsingular” before all that was left of my suspension of disbelief were sad ashes and smoke started to come out of my ears.
EDIT: Although, to be fair, I haven’t tried his other books. I hear the ‘ware’ trilogy is quite good. I can’t shake off the distaste after trying “Postsingular”, though.
I find almost the reverse. Movies seem to be significantly more likely to have weird errors or other elements that break my suspension of disbelief, whereas in books the fact that I’m imagining most of the events allows me to kind of filter anything that seems too implausible into a more logical narrative.
Interesting. I find it’s much easier to suspend disbelief and make excuses for movies, since I know that they only have two hours to work for—it’s much easier to convince myself that the explanation is correct, and they just didn’t have time to go in to it on screen :)
Try and do that with Rudy Rucker, I dare you. I only endured first thirty or so pages of his “Postsingular” before all that was left of my suspension of disbelief were sad ashes and smoke started to come out of my ears.
EDIT: Although, to be fair, I haven’t tried his other books. I hear the ‘ware’ trilogy is quite good. I can’t shake off the distaste after trying “Postsingular”, though.