Once again I got to witness the down-syndromesque face making that is Robert Pattinson's acting. To be fair he was edited quite a bit, taking out - I'm sure - the worst of his scenes, but he got through his lines, kissed the girl when he was supposed to while acting too suave and handsome to be giving her the time of day, and flew off the handle whenever the stage directions read "angry" or "mad." Meanwhile, Bronson walked through the movie like he was on his way to get coffee. He read his lines in passing and put nothing behind them.
The only other actor worth noting was mother of the the female lead (Ally), played by Martha Plimpton - who wasn't even credited with the role, good for her - and she was taken out within the first few minutes of the movie.
I buckled down, got through the awkward wooing scenes and the abrupt angst-filled love scenes, and near the end when the family was acting as though cut hair somehow requires the same amount of mourning as death, it seemed everything would wrap up soon. They were playing somber music, the main character was feeling happy, I knew it had to be a matter of seconds before something tragic happened. And then...
Well the movie was bad, I'd say imagine you went to see a high school play and they decided to tape it. You bought a copy went home and put it in the VCR ready to enjoy watching some kids have a good time - but then the stage blew up. The ending made this movie tragically bad. It reminded me of a Dean Koontz novel or some really bad King, when they've written for so long that their hands are cramping up and the page limit has been reached. They stick their hand into their bag of tricks and pull out some apocalyptic ending involving earthquakes/aliens/alternative universes and boom it's a book.
And no, Will Fetters, I am not putting your name along side those two writers because at least they write their own endings. You copped out in the worst way possible.
Bad Movie.
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