Originally Posted by Terrible Lizard

The film had no visceral style to it, Orwell was all ideas and no execution.
No real charm or pleasure in reading it, just simple and dry.

The theme and implications of 1984 are timeless true enough, but Bradbury is a better writer. I guess enjoyment in the process of storytelling is something you tight-ass literary elite pricks, wouldn't know **** about.

I suggest a healthy helping of Edgar Rice Burroughs, Miyazki, and Tezuka.

And Ethan, John Updike hasn't been dead that long, show the man some respect asswipe.