Right, so this one is going to come straight from memory, since I havenít actually seen this in a while. I was going to respond to this in the ĎBabbleí, but that didnít 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 thatís an easy audience to please with a gooey, clichť laden romance. Iím often told that Iím rather harsh with movie and television revisions, and that d*** well might be the case, but I think itís 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, itís a god thing, that actors donít always hit the mark. Of course, Iíd argue that actors donít really care sometimes when they know itís not a blockbuster. Itís a shame, though, because by the way this one was advertised out the yang in the States, youíd think it was supposed to be.
Who do I blame? The screenwriters. They pass this mess off knowing that most people donít like to think while theyíre being entertained. Unfortunately for them, Iíve 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 clichťs the moment Sophie started interviewing for the New Yorker
, a publication sheís 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 Ďmarvelousí and Ďincredibleí, which makes me feel sorry for the poor, blonde journalist. Iím not that sorry, mind you, because no starter journalist, a journalist, can afford a trip thatís 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 naÔve teenager; and, even if I wanted to, I couldnít escape because of the mere stupidity of the idea. And then, of course, she bickers with the grandson, and they bat clichťs back and forth, just like, oh, Ron and Hermione! It makes so sense.
The only thing thatís 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.