The Problem with Film Adaptations

I found this comment on an article reviewing the contemptible, horrible new adaptation of Evelyn Waugh's "Brideshead Revisited":

"Sadly, contemporary producers are rarely so modest. They insist upon interposing their egos between us and the work, ensuring that, wherever we sit in the cinema, we have an obstructed view."

Bingo.

Nobody wants to see the gob of spit you just so artfully hurled at a well-loved book. I pray Tarantino never attempts to adapt a book into film.