I should begin this with a confession: I never really got Discworld. It is not that I actively dislike those novels, I just can’t quite see why almost everyone else is so enthusiastic about them. I started with the first one in the series (as, being somewhat OCD, I tend to do) and was not impressed, but people told me that I should just stick with it as things would get better later on in the series. Well, Moving Pictures is the tenth volume and I can not say that they have, not really. Certainly, this novel moves along smoother than the first few ones, but it still runs basically in the same tracks as previous volumes, they’re just somewhat better greased by the increased number of recurring characters and running gags.
Which does not mean that I did not enjoy reading the novel – quite to the contrary, it was very entertaining and I grinned a lot, even might have laughed out loud a couple of times. If I appear rather more grumpy than the novel justly deserves, it’s mostly because of the hype that would have one expect some trenchant satire, even original and meaningful insights from something that is essentially a fun piece of fluff. Moving Pictures is not a brilliant book, but as a light read that pokes some mild fun at Hollywood and the movie industry, it is fairly solid.