Martian Child

I got the movie Martian Child for one reason, and that is I enjoy almost any movie that features a writer as any of the characters. I liked the strange writers in Bridge to Terabithia, I somewhat enjoyed Little Women with Winona Ryder and even liked Miss Potter to some degree. So upon hearing that the movie Martian Child was about a science fiction writer named David, who adopts a boy who thinks he’s from Mars, I had to watch it.

Unfortunately, the movie does seem to sag in the middle. However, it was worth it when there came the scene close to the end, where David’s publisher has thrown an enormous party where she will receive his latest sequel to his bestselling series. All of her publishing assistants are rubbing their hands and gazing hungrily at the papers David has in his hands, when he pulls his publisher aside and admits that he didn’t write the sequel at all: he had written a book called Martian Child about the boy he had adopted. His agent nearly faints at this. His publisher screams:

“I don’t want a Martian Child book! I want a Harry bloody Potter in space!”

But she takes the manuscript anyway and dashes off in a fit. Later on, when the movie ends, she is on an airplane, smiling and crying at the same time as she reads the ending of his book.