Day 886: Unexpected
Mar. 13th, 2010 04:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nagi_schwarzSo...Angela and I went to the movies today. More things happened today, and I will comment on them later, but...yeah. I'll admit, I was an RPattz fangirl long before the whole Twilight thing happened, and then the Twilight thing happened, and it just made me cringe, but then I saw that he was in "Remember Me", and from the poster it looked like a light-hearted, B-grade rom-com, so I thought, Let's give the boy and his American accent another chance. (I've decided that, on the scale of non-American actors who can fake American accents, he falls squarely halfway between Orlando Bloom's performance in "Elizabethtown" and Hugh Laurie's awesomeness on "House".)
I was pleasantly surprised to learn that there is a super-swanky cinema within walking distance of my flat. It's more expensive than the one I usually go to, but it boasts assigned seating, which I miss from my days in HK and Singapore and which I was delighted to find again. Also, one can order full on meals while watching the film. Seriously. It's fancy.
The film...was like watching a lit-fic novel. Seriously. If it had been a novel, I'd have likely devoured the thing in a day (if it at all possible). For me the beginning was disjointed and confusing and a little slow, but RPattz put in a great performance as a quirky, inexplicably charming listless twenty-something. Then he went all broody-broody and started coding Edward Cullen too much, which made me sad, because I liked the quirky, and I was hoping it would turn into a comedy.
It didn't.
There were some other seriously fantastic actors in the film, like Lena Olin and Chris Cooper, both of whom I love, and the little girl who played Tyler's (RPattz's character's) sister was adorable and I wanted a sister just like her, and I totally would have thrown down for her.
The movie picked up in the middle and began to make more sense, and I started connecting with the characters more, and it looked like everything was going to get cheerful, but I could sense something was wrong by the music alone. My years of reading tear-demanding pathos-laden fanfic told me that disaster was just around the corner...and it was. Just as everything was turning out all right, as characters were connecting and getting their lives to mesh...
the producers totally went there. 9/11. I should've seen it coming - the movie started in 1991 and flashed forward to ten years later, which I thought bizarre, since romance comedies are usually set in the current times. But then the teacher called for little Caroline's attention, and Caroline looked up, and there was the date on the board, and everyone in the audience knew Tyler was at daddy's super awesome high-rise office, and in the elevator on the way up the director made a point of letting us know that it was super high-rise because Tyler got off the elevator on the 88th floor (or maybe it was the 87th).
The last shot of Tyler, standing alone at a bank of windows, was beautiful and artistic. And then the shot panned out so we could see the entire building, both buildings, and then the shot was static, but the ambient noise from people off-screen down below, their panic, it built (which was subtle but really well-done) and then there was the fade to black.
I felt like I'd gotten kicked in the chest.
It was like that time I went to see that Eugene O'Neill play Ian Durant was in.
Maybe I shouldn't have stayed up till two a.m. listening to Death Cab for Cutie (I blame you, Colin Morgan).
Still, the film was pretty cool visually, especially the way the beginning and the end tied in, even if POV treatment on the plot felt uneven to me. Also, the way RPattz played Tyler, when he wasn't coding Edward Cullen, totally coded my ex-boyfriend Nick - the way he held his cigarettes, the way he just didn't really care about school but was unexpectedly brilliant, the way he loved his little sister but really couldn't stand either of his fathers...
Yeah.
Too many things remind me of that boy.
For anyone whose daughter is a Twilight fan and thinks that Remember Me might be a safe non-Twilight RPattz movie to which to take your daughter (as the Salvador Dali movie was not safe for younger teens), I cannot say that Remember Me is much safer (there is sex, which, while not graphic, made me uncomfortable, but that might have been because it seemed more in response to emotional unhappiness than romance), and also it will require a box of tissues.
Just sayin'.
I was pleasantly surprised to learn that there is a super-swanky cinema within walking distance of my flat. It's more expensive than the one I usually go to, but it boasts assigned seating, which I miss from my days in HK and Singapore and which I was delighted to find again. Also, one can order full on meals while watching the film. Seriously. It's fancy.
The film...was like watching a lit-fic novel. Seriously. If it had been a novel, I'd have likely devoured the thing in a day (if it at all possible). For me the beginning was disjointed and confusing and a little slow, but RPattz put in a great performance as a quirky, inexplicably charming listless twenty-something. Then he went all broody-broody and started coding Edward Cullen too much, which made me sad, because I liked the quirky, and I was hoping it would turn into a comedy.
It didn't.
There were some other seriously fantastic actors in the film, like Lena Olin and Chris Cooper, both of whom I love, and the little girl who played Tyler's (RPattz's character's) sister was adorable and I wanted a sister just like her, and I totally would have thrown down for her.
The movie picked up in the middle and began to make more sense, and I started connecting with the characters more, and it looked like everything was going to get cheerful, but I could sense something was wrong by the music alone. My years of reading tear-demanding pathos-laden fanfic told me that disaster was just around the corner...and it was. Just as everything was turning out all right, as characters were connecting and getting their lives to mesh...
the producers totally went there. 9/11. I should've seen it coming - the movie started in 1991 and flashed forward to ten years later, which I thought bizarre, since romance comedies are usually set in the current times. But then the teacher called for little Caroline's attention, and Caroline looked up, and there was the date on the board, and everyone in the audience knew Tyler was at daddy's super awesome high-rise office, and in the elevator on the way up the director made a point of letting us know that it was super high-rise because Tyler got off the elevator on the 88th floor (or maybe it was the 87th).
The last shot of Tyler, standing alone at a bank of windows, was beautiful and artistic. And then the shot panned out so we could see the entire building, both buildings, and then the shot was static, but the ambient noise from people off-screen down below, their panic, it built (which was subtle but really well-done) and then there was the fade to black.
I felt like I'd gotten kicked in the chest.
It was like that time I went to see that Eugene O'Neill play Ian Durant was in.
Maybe I shouldn't have stayed up till two a.m. listening to Death Cab for Cutie (I blame you, Colin Morgan).
Still, the film was pretty cool visually, especially the way the beginning and the end tied in, even if POV treatment on the plot felt uneven to me. Also, the way RPattz played Tyler, when he wasn't coding Edward Cullen, totally coded my ex-boyfriend Nick - the way he held his cigarettes, the way he just didn't really care about school but was unexpectedly brilliant, the way he loved his little sister but really couldn't stand either of his fathers...
Yeah.
Too many things remind me of that boy.
For anyone whose daughter is a Twilight fan and thinks that Remember Me might be a safe non-Twilight RPattz movie to which to take your daughter (as the Salvador Dali movie was not safe for younger teens), I cannot say that Remember Me is much safer (there is sex, which, while not graphic, made me uncomfortable, but that might have been because it seemed more in response to emotional unhappiness than romance), and also it will require a box of tissues.
Just sayin'.
