Messing Up Marquez

I have just read that Mike Newell has made a dog's dinner of Gabriel Garcia Marquez's 'Love in the Time of Cholera'. Marquez has been resisting Hollywood for years, but finally let them do the dirty deed and adapt it. Oh, dear! Newell, while competent, could never be regarded as top rank. Now a Spanish version by Julio Medem for instance, that might have been something. At least they left my favourite Marquez novel, 'One Hundred Years of Solitude', untouched.