Having escaped the horrors of Martha Marcy May Marlene and Silent House, The Good Olsen changes lanes for this, the latest film from festival darling Josh Radnor. A celebration of the encounters, life-lessons and serendipitous moments that comprise university life, the film will inevitably appeal to some more than others.
“Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not.” Deep stuff there from the master of children’s stories, Dr Seuss. Sadly it seems that the makers of the film version did not care at all, because The Lorax is a multicoloured mess. The Lorax shoves anti-capitalism messages in your face faster than a bear can shove marshmallows into its mouth. That probably makes a bit more sense if you have already seen the film. Take it from me though, it is pretty darn fast.
That sentiment will make sense shortly.
The Zefron is a bit of a dark horse these days; after seeming set for lifelong underage vaginal domination around 2006, when that guiltiest of guilty pleasures came out, High School Musical, he just didn’t take off from Disney quite as drastically as anyone expected. There was a time when he would have been anyone’s first bet for the male leads in things like Avatar – instead, he seems perpetually dissatisfied and cannot decide what he wants. We at BFF do like a mysterious one, so let’s have a wee look.
So you’re drunk. You had one too many at Pizza Express or wherever, and now you’re in the cinema, and you are drunk. And you have FEELINGS. About this film. That you are watching. You may or may not swear at the screen, but whatever you say (you don’t remember in the morning) it is loud. You are swiftly removed from the cinema, and never permitted to return. Dark times. Enter Movie Interruption Screenings.
It’s been a while since we’ve played a good game of Nicholas Sparks’ Tragic Character Tragic Death Bingo, hasn’t it? Will it be the mop-headed golden child with the violin skills and the adorable love of chess? Will it be harassed, golden mom who hasn’t been able to get back on her beloved boat since it happened? Will it be Zac Efron’s war-haunted but ever so golden Marine veteran, whose blue eyes bely the slow-motion dusty montage horrors he’s no doubt researched thoroughly? Well, two of them have got to have sex first. And thankfully for everyone mop kid is not down as The Lucky One in terms of that.
New Year’s Eve gives you one final chance; a chance for hope, and a night for taking chances. For when love takes a chance, every day is like New Year’s Eve. On the eve of love, and chances, sometimes taking a chance on hope is the only hope that feels like new. Take a chance! Hope with love! Love your news! Time is running out! Time will never run out if you have love in your chances! GOD LET ME DIE, LET ME DIE LIKE I HOPE ALL THESE CHARACTERS DIE