For a tome that depicts a futuristic society divorced of literature because of its torrid love affair with television, it is apropos that the only motion picture of this book has no readable screen credits. Here, they are simply narrated over a plethora of television antennas, or aerials. (In our day and age, these have been replaced by cable boxes and satellite dishes.) I find it rather clever.
Thank you to GrimlyFormingPW for the video link.