Last night we went to the cinema to watch The Sheep Detectives. It was a great, fun film packed with all the rollercoaster emotions you want from any movie. Interestingly, despite the fact the film was perhaps aged at a younger audience, everyone at the screening was quite a bit older. We made a comment later that, despite the fact the film is a PG rating, there was no way any of my nieces would be able to handle it.
But the most appealing thing about the film was just how appealing it was! It was a murder mystery, of course, but it also bordered on drama, comedy, and romance. It certainly catered for all ages, with some of the references and topics which would be completely lost on young children. And it was not afraid to deal with some pretty brutal topics.
In many respects, we expect these genre-collisions in films - we applaud them and celebrate them as crafty and creative. It's a shame, I think, that many books which portray a similar mixed approach at often overlooked as difficult to categorise and therefore tend to find no home at all. Writing as I do, about the fine line between facts and truths within history, this is a topic I feel acutely.
So (genuine question, fellow writers!), why are we more willing to celebrate films which cross genres when we struggle to accept the same thing in written fiction?
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