Right, so this one is going to come straight from memory, since I haven’t actually seen this in a while. I was going to respond to this in the ‘Babble’, but that didn’t work for some reason. The first point that I have there is that this movie was aimed to teenagers, which means that the screenwriters did not have to think much, because that’s an easy audience to please with a gooey, cliché laden romance. I’m often told that I’m rather harsh with movie and television revisions, and that d*** well might be the case, but I think it’s a good thing, as it forces me to be a critical thinker who is trying to be media literate. I was going to watch this one because it had the same girl who starred in Chloe. This shows, it’s a god thing, that actors don’t always hit the mark. Of course, I’d argue that actors don’t really care sometimes when they know it’s not a blockbuster. It’s a shame, though, because by the way this one was advertised out the yang in the States, you’d think it was supposed to be.
Who do I blame? The screenwriters. They pass this mess off knowing that most people don’t like to think while they’re being entertained. Unfortunately for them, I’ve had my hands on a handful of screen adaptations, and I see the print in my mind as they speak. I wanted to cross out almost every line here; it was a spill of clichés the moment Sophie started interviewing for the New Yorker , a publication she’s obviously too stupid to work for, making me wonder how she got the d*** job in the first place, but I digress. Professional writer, she is not.
From that, the Italian boyfriend had a vocabulary that was apparently limited to ‘marvelous’ and ‘incredible’, which makes me feel sorry for the poor, blonde journalist. I’m not that sorry, mind you, because no starter journalist, a journalist, can afford a trip that’s pre-honeymoon. By the way, any idiot that sends a letter to Juliet, or Guiletta, is stupid. She committed suicide, and not the Roman noble death, because nobody was going to kill the fool. She was a naïve teenager; and, even if I wanted to, I couldn’t escape because of the mere stupidity of the idea. And then, of course, she bickers with the grandson, and they bat clichés back and forth, just like, oh, Ron and Hermione! It makes so sense.
The only thing that’s good about this? The Italian landscape, so it might have down well as a silent slideshow, like the movies they did in the 1930s. It was rather dismal, just like Rotten Tomatoes warned us. Big surprise.
Niffenegger ought to be spared enough for the cause to say that this is her first novel. I’m assuming, but I don’t know this for a fact, that the woman has no writing experience as it ties to her degree. That’s not much of an argument, for anyone can learn to write well, but there needs to be practice in the craft. No author lives off of a single novel. Most unfortunately, I’d argue that this looks like a piece of pieced together, published sappy fan fiction. Most of you know where I stand on fan fiction; it’s simply practice writing, but at least it’s not something as dreadfully fluffy as Twilight and that became a series. *cough* I am discussing this one because I am trying to read it again. Yes, I think it’s important to give even poor writing a second shot. This does, however, clearly explain why the States stands at a fifth grade literacy level. That’s right. Choke on that one.
I’m not even going to bother going over the sappy ‘Oh, Henry, Oh, Clare’ line. Bite me. I do have to say that the first sex scene drew in, though. When I read a novel, I open the eye candy novels to a random page. And I thought, ‘Oh, yeah.’ Now, why did I say fan fiction? I wasn’t trying to be facetious, no. The switched point of view thing drives me up the wall. And can we stop getting the sappy, stupid, non-existent romance between these two people? It happens over and over again. Whist I understand that’s the format she wanted, I can’t help thinking why some of it is important. Henry’s naked again and comparing his puberty body parts again ? Lovely.
As for this professor being of the Humanities, she disgraces herself here and shows that she knows nothing except clichés, which was rather disappointing. If anything, Henry’s cynicism saves the stupid thing. I hated them, as I say, but I fell in love with Gomez’s character and his outlook on the world and his Library Boy. He knows what’s up. I was so glad when I found out this morning Clare screwed him along the way. Kendrick is a good character too, because he actually shows the science there and has a very cynical view of the world. On the whole, except when they discussed the genetics factor with Kendrick, it was a rather disappointment. For once, and I’m not complimenting anyone, the film was a better adaptation here.
I’ve read all of Henry’s literature, and I don’t know what that says, as I’m undergraduate, Library Boy.