It's going to be impossible not to compare this to Twilight, as it's now virtually impossible to differentiate any Young Adult Novels from the original Big Three of Harry Potter, Hunger Games and Twilight. However, I thought here, the casting was fun, not to mention, intriguing (who casts Jeremy Irons and Emma Thompson without some expectation of them bringing class to the role) and the cinematography and production design combined to make a thoroughly watchable, if predictable film. Alden Ehrenreich and Alice Englert are as charismatic as a studio bent on telling the supernatural girl meets down-home boy story will allow them to be and there's promise in both of these newcomers (unsurprising for Englert especially, given that her mom is Jane Campion) and, as a non-book reader, I will say I actually did get caught up in the story, enough to be surprised. The majority of the film though is, essentially as the title tells you, beautiful people looking beautiful in gorgeous, haunted settings and filling the screen with angst. For some reason, it just didn't feel QUITE as rote as I had expected, which is always a good thing. Also, watching Emma Thompson and Jeremy Irons luxuriate in their Southern accents is a treat.
Definitely worth a rental if you're at all intrigued by the trailer:
Overall, it was OK, which is actually more than I had expected- 3 Stars
Rey wasn’t so much awakened as pulled out of sleep. It hadn’t been a deep sleep anyway, but still, having been pulled from it, she could now feel the small beginnings of her dream evaporate like a fog as she suddenly felt her familiar surroundings again.
At the moment, she was on Takodana, and her first thought about this place still held true: she had never known there was this much green in the whole galaxy. She looked up through the small hole in her thatched roof, seeing a pink dawn barely peeking through the tree canopy. It was still too early, but she couldn’t go back to sleep now. BB-8 sensed it too. He had come out of sleep mode as soon as Rey had sat up in her bed. He rolled over to her now, tilting his head, curious.
“I don’t know, BB-8. I felt…something.”
BB-8 rolled back as if getting a better look at Rey would help the droid figure out what was happening with her. He beeped at her, worried.
“No, no, nothing like that. It wasn’t bad. It wasn’t dark…it was, ugh I don’t kn…
Every time a movie, any movie, is completed it’s a miracle. A careful, but imperceptible, juggling of expectations, project management, and happy compromise of what the filmmakers envision combined with what the audience wants or needs. The completion of a blockbuster is even more miraculous, and yet over the years, audiences have begun to take blockbusters for granted. It's assumed that blockbusters just get funded and set out to be giant successes and just...do it. It's as if there's a belief that the recipe of a blockbuster is throw enough money and talent into the movie pot, stir for three months of filming and simmer for six months with marketing, and, voila, a certified box office success you will have.
But in the last decade or so, for all of the tentpole movies offered up by Hollywood, it’s been proven, over and over that is simply not the case. The truth is, at every turn there’s a snake in the grass; every visual choice, every line written, a chance for the whole…
I lived in Connecticut for the better part of my life, all told, 28 years. Throughout that entire time, I made approximately one trip to Maine. And it was only to Kennebunkport, for like a single Saturday. I remember that it was a long drive (Google Maps tells me that it's only a little over three hours one way, but it seemed at least twice that when I was 8) and that that's how I had my first lobster. Neither of these details were enough to place this location in my brain as a place to continually return to. When I left Connecticut, I didn't think that Maine would be a place I felt a pull towards.
And yet, when Guster announced that they would be doing another weekend of concerts in Portland, ME, I immediately texted my best friends. We've made nearly an annual habit of seeing Guster together since we were in college. I've fixed it in my brain as a tradition, the same way Thanksgiving and Christmas are. When we miss a show over the course of a year, it's a no…