THE ROAD
The Road by Cormac McCarthy was a terrible book. It was ceaselessly boring. The entire story consists of a father and son trying to find “the good people” while avoiding everyone else, who might eat them because there was some sort of natural disaster that has the entire world in chaos. Few people are alive, and there is little food, so many have resorted to cannibalism.
Here’s my summary:
The man and his son are walking through the woods. The sky is gray, they’re hungry, and the smell of wet ash is in the air. They hear people. They hide, and the man pulls out his gun with two bullets loaded. The people slowly walk by. The bad people are caring guns and eating a human arm. They pass, and the man and boy continue walking. They find a house and search it for food. They’re lucky, and then they’re not. It rains. There’s a small earthquake. The man remembers his wife, the boy cries. More bad people appear. They disappear. They’re starving. They’re very, very skinny. They find food. The man dies. The boy finds some good people. The end.
The movie doesn’t look that good either.
