I remember reading the book 20 years ago, but I haven’t watched the movie then. The book has left a curious impression: while the language was magically enchanting, the story itself seemed somehow hollow even as I could not stop reading it. The ending was more underwhelming. As for the movie, it hasn’t enchanted me. It put effort into gore and into the beautiful costumes, but that wasn’t magical. And the hope that maybe this time the ending will bring some closure… it didn’t bear fruit. I mostly remember the final scenes where beautiful girls with some mud on their faces acted the Parisian scum.