Maybe someone could guess that i am a big fan of Terry Pratchett. But it would be hard because bil.prag is a translation. From my books the biggest collection is from Terry Pratchett, second one is from Stephen King. King had a lot of book adaptations, some good, some, let's say not that great. To adapt Kings books and do them credit most of the times it needed a movie that is not 90min long, and most adaptations that tried that failed.
I seen some adaptations of Pratchett's work but i never got into it, it is hard to transfer the feel, especially because his jokes are often not in the dialogue. And it is probably too much work to make a nice fantasy world and do it as a joke.
photo taken from IMDB
I somehow missed that Good Omens were filmed and it was 2 months ago. I just watched first episode, and i think it will be good. Not to spoil a lot, you have a demon and an angel that are on earth from it's beginning and they kinda like it here, a baby that will start the end of the world, and they lost the baby. Horsemen are coming and the end is imminent.
In the book there is a lot of commentary about people and i like how Pratchett commented on society using his fantasy world. And of course his weird humor.
The cast is good, cinematography is nice, effects are not spectacular but i feel it is on purpose, and they don't need to be spectacular.
I am not sure is this for everyone, but i feel it could be u fun one.
How bil.prag came about. It was a decent time ago, i was trying to register on some site, i think it was maybe flickr or instagram (when instagram was not connected to FB). After some time of typing the username and getting "this username is already taken do you want to use Marko18576784.5 or 7856851.Marko" i remembered the part from Reaper Man and thought why not, this one is not used by anyone for sure, especially because it is a translation (prag in serbian is doorstep)
Here is a quote from the book, how death got to his name:
"There was silence after the knocking, and then the flap flap of slippers on flagstones. Eventually a skinny old woman with a face the colour and texture of a walnut peered around the door.
"Yes?" she said.
THE NOTICE SAID 'MAN WANTED'.
"Did it? Did it? That's been up there since before last winter!"
I AM SORRY? YOU NEED NO HELP?
The wrinkled face looked at him thoughtfully.
"I can't pay more'n sixpence a week, mind," it said.
The tall figure looming against the sunlight appeared to consider this.
YES. it said, eventually.
"I wouldn't even know where to start you workin', either. We haven't had any proper help here for three years. I just hire the lazy goodfornothin's from the village when I want 'em."
YES?
"You don't mind, then?"
I HAVE A HORSE.
The old woman peered around the stranger. In the yard was the most impressive horse she'd ever seen. Her eyes narrowed.
"And that's your horse, is it?"
YES.
"With all that silver on the harness and everything?"
YES.
"And you want to work for sixpence a week?"
YES.
The old woman pursed her lips. She looked from the stranger to the horse to the dilapidation around the farm.
She appeared to reach a decision, possibly on the lines that someone who owned no horses probably didn't have much to fear from a horse thief.
"You're to sleep in the barn, understand?" she said.
SLEEP? YES. OF COURSE. YES, I WILL HAVE TO SLEEP.
"Couldn't have you in the house anyway. It wouldn't be right."
THE BARN WILL BE QUITE ADEQUATE, I ASSURE YOU.
"But you can come into the house for your meals."
THANK YOU.
"My name's Miss Flitworth."
YES.
She waited.
"I expect you have a name, too," she prompted.
YES. THAT'S RIGHT.
She waited again.
I'M SORRY?
"What is your name?"
The stranger stared at her for a moment, and then looked around wildly.
"Come on," said Miss Flitworth. "l ain't employing no-one without no name. Mr... . ?"
The figure stared upwards.
MR. SKY?
"No-one's called Mr. Sky."
MR... . DOOR?
She nodded.
"Could be. Could be Mr. Door. There was a chap called Doors I knew once. Yeah. Mr. Door. And your first name? Don't tell me you haven't got one of those, too. You've got to be a Bill or a Tom or a Bruce or one of those names."
YES.
"What?"
ONE OF THOSE.
"Which one?"
ER. THE FIRST ONE?
"You're a Bill?"
YES?
Miss Flitworth rolled her eyes.
"All right, Bill Sky... " she said.
DOOR.
"Yeah. Sorry. All right, Bill Door..."
CALL ME BILL.
"And you can call me Miss Flitworth. I expect you want some dinner?"
I WOULD? AH. YES. THE MEAL OF THE EVENING. YES.
"You look half starved, to tell the truth. More than half, really. " She squinted at the figure. Somehow it was very hard to be certain what Bill Door looked like, or even remember the exact sound of his voice. Clearly he was there, and clearly he had spoken - otherwise why did you remember anything at all?
"There's a lot of people in these parts as don't use the name they were born with," she said. 'l always say there's nothing to be gained by going around asking pers'nal questions. I suppose you can work, Mr. Bill Door? I'm still getting the hay in off the high meadows and there'll be a lot of work come harvest. Can you use a scythe?"
Bill Door seemed to meditate on the question for some time. Then he said, I THINK THE ANSWER TO THAT IS A DEFINITE 'YES', MISS FLITWORTH."
If you watched the series you could comment with spoilers as i think they did it by the book, but maybe someone did not read it so :) what are your thoughts about it?