The Promised Land of Blogdom

I have officially been unemployed for 26 days. Two unemployment payments and way too much downtime later, I decided, in partnership with Kitty, to start a blog. Not about living on a budget, how to cook a meal for under $10.00, or God forbid, one of those horrid animal-centric blogs with endless pictures of cats in various amusing or semi-humorous poses.

No. This blog is not intended for that kind of reader. Kitty and I are both highly opinionated, pop culture savvy individuals, and agreed we needed a medium to let our perspectives and creative minds run wild.

I am starting this blog with a short review of "The Time Traveler's Wife." Like most movies these days, it's based on a book. While I haven't honestly read the book, I am hoping it is immensely more coherent and structurally sound that the plot of this film.

First of all, who is their right mind would marry someone who drops off the face of the planet for prolonged periods of time, and without any warning at that? Rachel McAdams fit the part of the depressed, confused wife fairly well, though her entire role was flat. I actually liked the whiny, nasal voice of Amy Adam's character, Julie Powell (in "Julie & Julia) more, which says a lot.

I will admit, I did weep through the second half of the film, but the periods of present-day time and the past/future time travel scenes read like two difference films. The first, in which Eric Bana has a nuclear family life, with his wife, and the second, in which a startled man is transported to various locales, always arriving completely naked.

The only two things which I really retained from this movie are : a.) The atrocious coats (some were actually shearling lined!) McAdams wore throughout the film and b.) the prospect of getting some eye candy whenever Bana was about to time travel.

Today, I am seeing Harry P. I have heard from 98% of people that the film drags on, lacking tension, chemistry between characters and even basic entertainment value. Why spend $12.50 on a ticket for the likelihood of two plus hours of boredom? Because it's ritualistic, seeing these films. Like Lord of the Rings, The Golden Compass, Star Wars and even the Narnia films, I have to see them. For the sake of saying I sat through Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.

So, if you decide to see "The Time Traveler's Wife," bring a beer and prepared to less than thrilled. Alcohol did make the film less painful, though only by a small margin.


-M