Here we are stuck in Mid-March. The weather’s wearing usÂ down…too much snow, too much rain, with only the slightest hint, the tacitÂ promise of a spring break down the proverbial pike to buoy our sagging spirits.Â By now, diligent filmgoers have mostly finished catching up with theÂ award-mongering flurry of notable nominees and winners released on DVD (orÂ re-released on the big screens) for post-awards season. Into this lull limpedÂ two romantic films, one comic and the other dramatic. More than usual, theirÂ two trailers gave away practically everything for free; I even flirted with theÂ experimental idea of writing this smack before venturing into the theater andÂ making necessary minor adjustments after viewing the films but lost the will toÂ bother.
Both films somehow managed to crack the top five box office in their opening weekends; I expect they’ll linger a while until the mad rush of May crowds the screens with more gigantic and eagerly anticipated lures. Team Edward probably got their Twilight fix already, ogling their favorite glittery vampire, glitterless this time but stubbornly sporting the usual pallor and emo gloom. Jay Baruchel (hardly a household name) leads a mostly no-name cast of Apatow wannabes in the Geek Squad rom com for boys. Is either venture worth your hard-won capital? Read on.
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“Remember Me” is a gloomy romance filled with random bursts of lethal violence. Robert Pattinson plays Tyler Hawkins, bohemian manchild of divorce. His older brother’s suicide hangs heavy on his heart and mind, making him the perfect match for Emilie de Ravin’s plucky survivor Ally Craig, whose nurse mother gets gunned down before her ten-year-old eyes in the first few grueling minutes of flashback that open the film. Ally’s father is an overprotective NYPD cop, Tyler’s a detached tycoon. The two fall in love and out of love, they fight and reconcile. His younger sister gets into a heap of trouble. He gets in trouble too, thrown in jail and bailed out twice to be precise. When this poor kid plays superhero, he gets battered by the bad guys and the cops. These hapless star-crossed lovers have only their troubled family relationships, death and loss in common. Isn’t it romantic?
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In That Corner
Familiar Canadian Jay Baruchel plays the ever-so-unlikelyÂ romantic lead,Â shows considerablyÂ more skin than anyone might wish, and makes us love him in spite of hisÂ shortcomings. He’s a charming actor, even when playing a mostly aimlessÂ slacker. Alice Eve makes an auspicious debut as the perfect ten who falls forÂ him. Yet another Brit playing American, she’s convincing and a real find, anÂ altogether worthy object of love and lust. Lindsay Sloane plays a slightÂ variation on her usual, the bitchy best friend, and a trio of mostly unfamiliarÂ funny guys (T.J. Miller, Mike Vogel, and Nate Torrence) make up Kirk’sÂ airport-working posse. Director Jim Field Smith delivers a solidÂ multi-character comedy, a younger, more British Judd Apatow.
Pierce Brosnan. Robert Pattinson. Emilie de Ravin. JayÂ Baruchel. Are there any Americans playing Americans any more? Is this some sortÂ of revenge scheme to balance the whole Gwyneth Paltrow/ Robert DowneyÂ Jr.-Sherlock Holmes/Renee Zelwegger-Bridget Jones thing/? I’m just asking. IÂ have nothing against British, Canadian and Australian actors. NothingÂ whatsoever. I merely pose the question: Does all our work (even acting) have toÂ be outsourced?
Twilighters aside, there’s precious little to recommendÂ the largely forgettable “Remember Me,”Â a pretentious romantic exploitation film that uses recentÂ real life history to hype its otherwise tepid dramatic stakes. Director AllenÂ Coulter (of “The Sopranos” renown) knows his New York tough guyÂ patois better than this venture might indicate; poor Pierce Brosnan gets hungÂ out to dry with the least convincing New York accent in movies since theÂ arrival of talkies. Pattinson plays at-sea and moody, indicating the depths ofÂ his grief and misery by smoking cigarettes (unconvincingly) and guzzling beerÂ (equally unconvincingly). His roommate is probably the most annoying littleÂ shitheel ever to make it to the silver screen, the unnatural spawn of HalÂ Sparks and Satan. Emilie de Raven’s American accent (she’s an Aussie) isÂ convincing but geographically unspecific.
The story is predictable and the moodÂ somber; a pall of death and loss hovers over the proceedings like cloud coverÂ spoiling a picnic, but the overreaching, undeserved ending really pushedÂ my every button. No! Too soon! How about never exploiting any moment ofÂ national tragedy for fiction’s sake? While I shuddered at “ShutterÂ Island” piling up Holocaust victims to add historically horrific depth toÂ pulp fiction, this film’s total lapse of taste struck me as an even moreÂ gigantically egregious misstep. I’m struggling not to spill any spoilers hereÂ so you’ll have to trust me. I hereby propose that filmmakers step away from theÂ Holocaust, mass graves, terrorist attacks and any other built-in references toÂ real life tragedies and make your own drama from scratch. Earn our sympathy,Â earn our tears; to do otherwise is cashing in on communal pain and suffering. And it’s just plain wrong.
“She’s Out Of My League” isn’t a great filmÂ by any stretch of the imagination, but on its own modest terms, it works. A fewÂ characters are actually freshly imagined and performed; Nate Torrence plays theÂ sweetest best friend ever, and Kyle Bornheimer is hilariously poised on theÂ brink of a terrific career playing unmitigated assholes. The film isÂ occasionally exceptionally gross; since I’m hardly its target audience, I won’tÂ carp on moments that border on offensive or others that overstep that borderÂ and pitch a tent. If you’re easily offended, you know who you are. Please steerÂ clear, and keep small children out of the theater for crying out loud.Â Interestingly though, once you steer past the premature ejaculations and theÂ testicle shaving, you’ll find the spirit sweet and the message surprisinglyÂ clear and uplifting.
Hardly a ringing endorsement, but you could do a lotÂ worse than taking a date to “She’s Out Of My League.” If you’re onÂ the geek side, you’ll find it inspiring. And if you’re not on the geek side,Â what the hell are you doing reading about film on the web? Shouldn’t you beÂ outside throwing a ball or something?
I love, love, loved “She’s Out of My League.” I had low-expectations due to the poor reviews, but it was hysterical and heart-warming. It definitely deserves more credit than what anyone gives it.
In this movie , I love Caitlen Rund and MoisÃ©s Acevedo. Both have done fantastic acting. It is great drama plum romance movie. All credits went to the director “Allen Coulter” of the movie.
I love Pierce Brosnan, and I honestly don’t understand why his character couldn’t have been Irish or English in “Remember Me.” (For instance, he was just terrific in “The Ghost Writer.”) Lena Olin plays his wife, and she doesn’t affect any accent. I blame the director for exposing him to such abject humiliation.
Great review. I feel so badly for Pierce Brosnan. You kill him with kindness. Kind of. Funny stuff. Your review makes want to see the films so I can be in on the joke.