Having skimmed, but not read, Khaled Hosseini’s best-selling novel, The Kite Runner, I’m at a loss to say how faithfully the Swiss filmmaker Marc Forster and his American scenarist David Benioff have translated the spirit of the book to the screen. Even in my nodding acquaintance with Hosseini’s prose, I detected a lyricism that defies easy transport. Forster’s film, nonetheless, manages to be mostly good, sometimes very good. At its best, it’s an eye-opening account of displaced Afghans trying to make their way in a foreign society (ours) that has little use for them and no comprehension of their plight.
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