Though the most heart wrenching details of “Memoirs” were edited from the film, the subject matter itself denotes that this film cannot help but contain material that is not family-friendly. I had a couple of friends who hadn’t read the best-selling novel attend the film with me. I was afraid I would be somewhat biased against it by my love for the book. It seems that one is always hard-pressed to quickly name novels that have been done justice by the films based on them; but, as it turns out, “Memoirs of a Geisha” does a fine job of interpreting the novel. I emphasize ” interpreting” because it would be impossible to include all the details that make the story of a young girl sold into the life of a Geisha in any less time than a mini-series. Instead, this is a film that plucks out the most poignant of the novel’s circumstances and weaves them together in such a manner that one does not feel as if the screenwriter left entire chapters out. “Memoirs,” the film, does not ruin “Memoirs” the novel and, I dare say, acts somewhat as a catalyst into a deeper reading of the book itself. The cinematography was breathtaking and gave life to what can only be imagined while reading the book.