I adore Nicholas Sparks. Even though all of his books and movies make me cry, I still like them.
I was really excited to see The Last Song because he wrote the screenplay before he wrote the book. So, it was my thought that they had to each other much more closely than normal, since he already knew what would be in the movie.
I was a little disappointed because some of the storylines in the book were not gone into much detail in the movie and some parts were left out entirely. I know there have to be changes made due to the time constraints, but still….screenplay first, then book: in my opinion, they should be more similar. Though, there weren’t any completely crazy changes, like there were in Dear John.
Miley Cyrus was a little odd for the character of Ronnie, who is supposed to be this “bad girl” in the beginning of the movie- and it just didn’t work. Though, much as I’ve seen her acting criticized, I thought she did better than her co-star.
But, all that said: I did actually enjoy the movie. Should you see it? It was sweet and the majority of the people in the theater was crying towards the end. I would recommend seeing it. I’ll probably rent it when it comes out on dvd and watch it again, when I want a good cry.
Should your kids? Even if you have tween girls who love Miley still, I think that it would be okay to take them. There’s a bigger focus on her relationship to her father than there is on the romance. The physical part of the romance doesn’t go past some making out. Though, with all Sparks, it is sad, so keep that in mind.
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I’m also joining in with Ian at Dose of Reality for his Monday Minute. I had seen him all over the blogosphere, but finally went over to check out his blog a couple weeks ago. I came late to that party. He’s hilarious. AND, he cracks me up with his questions- definitely different from the other question memes I see.
What’s wrong with fake breasts? That they’re so expensive. I want a pair. Hubs is in full support of this. Though, we disagree with the size that I should get. He wants ones that would make me tip over. I’ve blogged about my desire for fake boobies before: HERE
List your latest run-in with the Carnival of Idiocy: I’m being the bigger person and not going into it. I hate being the bigger person.
Name one thing you’d like to tell your ten year ago self: I know you think you love him, sweetie, but RUN. Run away. Do it. Now. Go! I mean it. RUN!
What’s your favorite word that’s not in the dictionary? Oh, come on! Do you really need to ask?
You can grab my button and use it, too!
Why do fools fall in love? Alcohol. Large quantities of it. It’s also where a lot of babies come from. What? You didn’t know that we almost gave my oldest the middle name of “Corona”?