With a bit of time up my sleeve I went to see Stardust in the expectation that it would diverge a fair amount from the recently-read novel. And it did, though not extensively.
What I enjoyed most about Stardust the novel was the whimsical storytelling. It had a properly fantastic air without the pretension that causes many fantasies to labour, and propelled the characters along without too much ‘over-the-top’ type effort.
The story is that a young man sets out into fantasy-land to retrieve a fallen star. The twist is that the star is actually a young woman, and she is also pursued by some Princes and a wicked witch. You can see where it’s going from here.
Where the film fell down for me is the places it opts to depart from the book. For instance when Yvaine falls to earth she is injured. In the book she breaks her leg, but in the film it’s just a sprain. The break is important, because it makes her rely on the hero Tristan. But, who cares, right? The story still rolls along.
Things to watch out for are a fairly funny Robert De Niro, an incredibly, incredibly annoying Ricky Gervais in his all-too-usual character, and a great Michelle Pfieffer.