How many times have I not heard a friend talk passionately about the film version of The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro - how many times have I not had to listen patiently to the emotional torment this said friend had to go through after watching the film, and thinking about it over and over again?
Of course, I have not watched the film version. But I was curious enough to read the book and see for myself whether it would leave such a mark on me as well...
