Meggie: Give me your knife.Those of you who've seen it know exactly where that should have gone — and oh, did he deserve it just then!
Basta: What?
[Meggie glares metaphorical daggers at Fenoglio.]
Meggie: Give me your knife; I'll kill him myself.
Ah, well. It wasn't that bad, I suppose. The Silvertongues* didn't seem to play by their own rules, though: the scriptwriter couldn't seem to make up his mind how much validity the local law-of-equivalent-exchange actually had. I suppose it still works if you assume they just don't have control at all what comes or goes, but this could have been clarified.
Also the ending rang a bit hollow in places. (To those of you who've read the book: I'm informed it's nothing like that.) And if you think about it, if Meggie can do consistently what she did then — well, you might just as well give her an armband and call her Suzumiya Haruhi.
Consensus seems to be to rate it not more than mediocre; but I still liked it overall, despite the places where it wore a bit thin. Perhaps it's just that I don't see many movies, but I do think it deserves better than that; on a scale of 1 to 1, I'd put it at a 1.
(The book probably is better, but I haven't read it yet.)
* Y'know, I realize 'silvertongue' has been a common enough epithet for, oh, at least hundreds of years, if not thousands: but I ca'n't have been the only person to think of Lyra Belacquer...
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