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This film has AMATEUR! written all over it. Clumsy, awkward, obscenely
obvious, heavy handed, predicatable, tedious, poorly acted, poorly
edited, with music that seemed to want to pound every non-subtle "hint"
and message into your head. Guh. Add onto that very poor sound quality,
rather poor film quality, and a projection that kept jittering and,
well, you have a pretty crappy movie.
I didn't walk out - it was not quite that horrible,
but it wasn't good. There were only a very few brief moments which were
well crafted visually, which I enjoyed. But I could have counted them on
one hand. Which was too bad, because it was an Indian film, which I
usually enjoy, and was about a very delicate topic for that area, which
is two girls who realize that they love each other, and the family of
one who decides to arrange a marriage in order to set things, no pun
intended, straight. Siiiigh.
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Just Like Heaven
Okay, so first off you should know that I was PMSing HARD when I saw
this movie. Cause that's the only way I can explain or defend why it
actually made me cry on occasion. It's super extra-light fluffy whipped
movie time, even though it's a movie about people dying and life choices
and all that heavy kinda stuff.
Reese Witherspoon is perfectly perky and
annoying as a woman who has been hit by a truck and yet determined that
her apartment is still her apartment. Mark Ruffolo is a good actor who's
been giving the short stick, playing a man recovering from a great
personal loss who only wants to be left alone. It has the usual hokey
ghost tricks and is pretty much exactly what you expect it to be, with
few to no surprises. Still, if you like silly, fluffy, romance films (or
if you are PMSing), there's a good chance that you'll like this film.
You might even like it alot. The best part of the movie (some might say
the only good part?) is the actor from Napoleon Dynamite, who plays a
new-age bookstore clerk and totally steals every scene he is in. Sad to
say I enjoyed this far more than Elizabethtown, but that's not really
saying much I guess.
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