Film

Adaptation.

Name: Adaptation.
Genre: Comedy, Crime, Drama
Released: 2002
Cast: Nicolas Cage, Meryl Streep, Chris Cooper, Tilda Swinton, Jay Tavare

A screenwriter's crisis of confidence gets turned inside out into the movie itself: Charlie Kaufman writes himself, twin brother and all, into his own doomed adaptation of an unfilmable book. Nicolas Cage plays both halves of that split, Meryl Streep radiates restless yearning, and the film keeps folding back on its own artifice until you're not sure where the writing ends and the living begins. Funny, anxious, unexpectedly moving.

TMDb rating

7.3

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