I expected more out of you, of course. I spent 10 dollars and a good 2 hrs of my life for you and you repay me with what? A couple of scenes displaying Rachel McAdams' and Eric Bana's butts? Or was it Brooklyn Proulx's cute interpretation of Clare at six years old? Maybe, or MAYBE it was the sad portrayal of romance between Henry and Clare? No, I'm sure it was possibly the father daughter relationship theme vaguely expressed somewhere at the end. The book is always better (though Harry Potter movies are always really good)than the movie. This is something you just can't help but stick out. However, somewhere in my mind I expected to laugh louder or cry harder. Well, you still left me teary eyed dear movie, but only because Henry DeTamble never stood a chance against time and the inevitable doom that entails. Maybe a few years from now, another director will get the pinata stick and give it another go at candy, though I really doubt it. Someone tell me, what's up with all these novels becoming movies? Screenwriters can't come up with their own shit or what? People, put down your remote controls and popcorn, just put it down. Do it. Read a book, it'll last longer.
Sincerely,
Disapproving Amateur Movie Critic
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