Movie Diary May 2014

Meh...

Positively heartwarming and beautiful. Focuses on growing up, prejudice, tolerance, and learning about the important things in life. I liked this review, and I don't think that I could improve on it


Mr. Simon: You should always have a book with you.

Big G.: I can't make them be nice people. And even if I could, there would be others to take their place.

I was thoroughly engrossed in this thriller. Yes, it was a bit predictable and there were terrible plot holes, but I enjoyed it. So much so that I was kind of afraid to come here and see what everybody else thought. I knew that the reviews would not be good. Oh well, I was entertained.

Ill give it this: it is the best turkey movie that I have ever seen.

Pretty accurate review:



Also this:

Previous rating (from childhood meory): 7
New rating: 5

This flick is really chalk full of unforgivable acting and terrible cliches. The 90's were big on ridiculous hijacks and crimes, and it is obvious in this movie. Also, physical slap stick humor was overly used. And that poor, poor husband. So many movies from this era focus on the overturned life of a suburban husband.

Question to ponder:
1. Why do puppy kidnappers always put dogs in a basket? (101 Dalmatians, Air Bud, this movie...)

I love how in this film everybody in the world seemed incredibly engrossed in themselves. Like when he is running through the museum or the fair with Samantha, nobody realized that he was essentially talking to himself. I thought that it was a beautiful representation of where our society is going. A place where everybody is so obsessed with their own lives that they don't notice anything that is going on around them.
Wonderful movie.

Theodore: Sometimes I think I have felt everything I'm ever gonna feel. And from here on out, I'm not gonna feel anything new. Just lesser versions of what I've already felt.

Samantha: It's like I'm reading a book... and it's a book I deeply love. But I'm reading it slowly now. So the words are really far apart and the spaces between the words are almost infinite. I can still feel you... and the words of our story... but it's in this endless space between the words that I'm finding myself now. It's a place that's not of the physical world. It's where everything else is that I didn't even know existed. I love you so much. But this is where I am now. And this who I am now. And I need you to let me go. As much as I want to, I can't live your book any more.

Samantha: The heart is not like a box that gets filled up; it expands in size the more you love. I'm different from you. This doesn't make me love you any less. It actually makes me love you more.

Samantha: Last week my feelings were hurt by something you said before: that I don't know what it's like to lose something. And I found myself...
Theodore: Oh, I'm sorry I said that.
Samantha: No, it's okay. It's okay. I just... I caught myself thinking about it over and over. And then I realized that I was simply remembering it as something that was wrong with me. That was the story I was telling myself - that I was somehow inferior. Isn't that interesting? The past is just a story we tell ourselves

Meh...