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Film Review: Artemis Fowl (2020, spoilers ahead)

 When I heard in 2018 that one of my favourite books was finally going to be made into a film I was ecstatic. Eoin Colfer's series is very close to my heart and so I, like many others in the small but loyal Artemis fandom (we are so small that we haven't got an official fandom name), were hoping for the adaptation that the original source material deserves. Many of us are also a part of Harry's and Percy's fandom too and despite the disaster of the latter's adaptation we were all hopeful for Artemis. You have an excellent book series that seems perfectly MADE for the big screen and I was hoping it would be worth the wait. When  I heard it would be a Disney film I was still hopeful...at least they've got the budget to pull it off, I thought. And then I saw the cast list and my heart broke. Disney had "updated" the cast for "today's market". Let me just say that I wasn't the only one in the fandom severly pissed off. But I still wanted to give the hundreds of people who worked on the movie a chance (also I'm a big fan of "don't knock it until you've tried it").

And I'm sorry to say that that is an hour and thirty-five minutes that I of just pure heartbreak for me. Casting aside, the core characteristics of the literary characters were not in the film, and although I did love the music I think that's just about the only thing I loved about the film.

 I, along with many others in the fandom, would love to have a remake that is loyal to the book, instead of a film that should be labelled "very loosely based on the book Artemis Fowl."

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