A potentially great movie about remarkable superhuman people, turns out to be glorifying, praise from hollyhell, to a sycophantic servant (you know who this servant I'm talking about). Never read the book, but perhaps get some consulting and scripting from the real lead actor. We don't need a Hollywood touch on movies like this.
Would be good if they could make a movie like Shawshank, remember those days. No frills, amazing acting, concentrate on the story and message. Make people feel good, hopeful and learn something on the way, without making the Hollywood "A" lister actors the center, so we all have to praise them like gods.
The acting in this is very good, Phoebe is amazing, you can feel her world through her eyes. Instead of making her the star, which she is, they make it about Jennifer "I'm desperate to stay a star, so look at me and make sure you all love me" (this applies to all of Hollywood, she just happens to be in the firing line this time) Aniston. A word of advice to Hollycrap, the number of people who think your flock are still gods, can be counted on one hand now.
Also, ending of the book was a billion times better, than that pathetic ending. (of course I ended up reading the bloody thing).