Push by Sapphire

Unless you’ve been living in a cave somewhere you’ve no doubt heard about the movie Precious, the Indy darling de jour. That movie was adapted from the book Push by Sapphire.  The book, Push, is a sophomoric, Jerry Springer-ish, pornographic, piece of weirdness that feels like a stereotypical, emotional exploitation of a topic that deserves better treatment. It is also a sometimes interestingly presented, albeit consistently painful story, that if it was a true story, and I have no doubt that it could be true, would feel less exploitive. I found myself alternately frustrated, compelled, disappointed and intrigued. There’s a good story there, but based on the movie reviews, it must be much more well told in the movie than in the book, which is really, really rare.