On Sunday, I went to see The Time Traveler's wife. This was timely, not only because it was just released and it's nice to review a film before it's old news, but also because it was a screamingly hot day and you can only hang around in Chapters and Starbucks for so long before people start looking at you funny.
So, with my nicely air-conditioned brain settled into a nicely padded seat, I proceeded to view the cinematic remdering of my favorite book of all time.
I was prepared for trauma.
Well, there was a bit of trauma, but not delivered in quite the manner you might expect. It's almost peripheral, and I'll get to it in a minute.
For the moment, though, you can relax. The movie was good. Not great, mind you. Not a triumph of filmmaking, not a landmark, not a watershed event.
But it was good. I enjoyed it. Read the rest of this entry »
