Let’s get on thing out of the way: I can’t imagine a much better adaptation of Philip Pullman’s novel Northern Lights. The Golden Compass has plenty of flaws, but they’re the flaws of Pullman’s clever, imaginative but often nonsensical book, and while Weitz could be criticized for being too faithful to source material which was bound to be nigh-impossible to translate, that criticism seems unfair. Weitz was always going to be between a rock and a hard place.

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