Watching Tiny Furniture reminded me that I was once 22 years old. Remember 22? Do you remember it as this fun-filled, exciting adventure of new possibilities? Well, you’re lying to yourself.
Dear person sitting two rows in front of me at Burlesque: If you’re so smart, why did you buy a ticket to Burlesque?
Don’t say it. You don’t have to tell me that you don’t like Jim Carrey, no one does, so just hear me out.
This is what you might wanna know when you see I Am Number Four:
1) I am based on sci-fi novel geared toward young adults.
2) I am a movie probably best suited for young adults, but don’t expect Twilight.
3) My title suggests that I am a really good set-up for a sequel (or two).
I just saw a big budget, blockbuster summer movie and I loved it. It had it all. It wasn’t The Myth of the American Sleepover but stay with me. I enjoyed the big budget, blockbuster summer movie because it had action, romance, humor and great special effects. It got me to thinking: “What if a movie only gave you one emotion? Like, what if you walked away with just a feeling? Would that be enough? Would that be entertaining?” And then I saw David Robert Mitchell’s The Myth of the American Sleepover.