Remember Me

I won't lie to you. If asked the reason for wanting to go see Remember Me at the cinema I will have to admit "... Robert Pattinson's face." But you really can't blame me. The boy has been told he's attractive so repeatedly for so long now that he has, in effect, become 'attractive'. As a noun. "I am not sexy, I am sex" or something similar. And I have to say, I wasn't disappointed by just how much of Bobby's swagger they managed to squash into the film. He has a sexual aura on screen similar to that of a cougar, James Dean and a jazz saxophone combined.

But now onto a more serious subject, the actual film itself. I admit that after a while, I began to buy into the stumbling romance and opportunistic life values of the film. Even with the perhaps annoyingly kooky 'I eat my dessert before my dinner' token lead female (Emilie de Ravin), or the inevitable 'deep' conversation between the couple who try to 'out-death' each other with nasty stories of deceased relatives.

All this could have been forgiven, if it were not for the frankly offensive ending. I won't give much away, but in my eyes, using a terrible (and real) disaster in order to shake up the ending a little is not something that should be considered appropriate. Apparently, director Allen Coulter was fishing for socially relevant brownie points and a way to make the narrative end on a truly depressing 'your life's actually quite pointless' statement.

I give this 2 Stars for a film that could have been mediocre, but turned out more of a disaster than the subject it ended on.

Avatar

Avatar... Where do you bloody begin with Avatar? So I went to see it (probably a good idea, what with me now reviewing it) and I must say it was very nice. I know what you're thinking 'Julia, where's the formality? Where's the professionalism? It's as if you can't be arsed..!' well, you would be right, avid reader. I can't do a serious review on Avatar because it's so flippin' big that it's beyond reviewing. It's beyond anything. I can't actually form propper sentences in order to describe it. Bleh. Ya see?

Okay so really, there's only two things I can say about it (and I am leaving it at two because you start on three and before you know it you're writing a 15,000 word essay when you really should be doing coursework.. heh) The first 'thing' if you will (told you I couldn't be bothered) is:

1. I know, you know, Santa knows that the story just isn't up to scratch. (santa..? I must be hungry, I'm writing like a moron) The plot's been done so many times that when you try to think of all those times it leaves a similar sensation as when you try to ponder about the universe or imagine a very large number of things (education is going well, thanks for asking). The story of Avatar can be simply described as a cross between Fern Gully and Pocahontas. But hey, I'm not complaining as I'm sure most 90's kids won't.

2. Point numero dos (go me) is that actually, it's very pretty. I mean REALLY pretty. When it finished I practically clung onto my chair because I didn't want to leave the amazing world of Pandora. The effects are truly gorgeous and even though I'm not usually one to go and see a movie on effects alone, I would definitely recommend this to anyone. The world that Cameron has created is one of complete realism because every nuance of his living earth is individual and yet related somehow (like the breathing holes in every animal and the fact they all seem to have three sets of legs). So just go see it. That's more of a command than a request. If you don't see it on the big screen in 3D then you really are missing out. Time for me to find some food I think, to restore a bit of sanity.