Goodness. I don't know why I watched this movie. I mean, I know why I watched the movie, as many of you can guess, but it was just so annoying on so many levels. First off, I think it tried too hard to sell the story of a young actor who gets his heart broken for the first time on the path to adulthood. And secondly, the whole film would have gone down better if the characters weren't caricatures -- and if there wasn't all the quasi-deep crap surrounding everything they said. Honestly, it was a little like watching an episode of Dawson's Creek where you barely believe a word that comes out of everyone's mouths they're so bloody serious all the time.
But that's not to say that the movie doesn't have its moments. Any time Laura Linney's on screen for one thing, and the relationship she has with her son, the main character, William, is quite lovely. Oh, and I adored the soundtrack, with its lovely Emmylou Harris song, and I think it was shot beautifully, all golden and glowing, like the idea of youth itself. I just think that the words might have needed a bit of a second draft. And the female character, Sarah, was really underdeveloped, her actions mimicking the idea of an independent spirit rather than imbuing them with the strength Hawke obviously meant to infer within her character. I think I would have much preferred the movie between William and Michelle Williams' character, Samantha, she has such a lovely depth to her that made me want to see more of how damaged the two of them would have been to one another.
So some good, some bad, but nothing to deserve the absolute ire from Scott Brown over at EW. Harsh.
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You had me at Emmylou Harris.
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