To Far Away

Rating: 10/10 (20 March 2005)

I am a writer. I finished my newest creation today, a 121 page (Which is short for me so I'm quite proud of myself) light drama. I printed out and hefted my new creation, basking in that glory only a writer can feel, or maybe a parent with a newborn child. I rewarded myself with a midnight screening of this film. I went into it both excited, because I'm a huge Portman fan, (Based my first screenplay on her)and scared, because the weather's been pretty bad, and I need new tires. Sorry, that had nothing to do with the film. Anyway, needless to say, I was not let down. So few films throw me for a loop. I, as a writer, and I'm sure many others as well, attempt to anticipate, or predict the next move of the film. The characters dialogue, the action, the ending. I was helpless in this film. I thought I knew both how it ended, and how it should end, and I was wrong on both accounts. The dialog was great, and when mixed with the talent of these fine wielder's of the written word, I began to feel extremely terrible. I thought about my newborn, at home, sleeping peacefully on my desk. My thoughts became that of a father with a new child. Those questions began to arise, the ones everyone pretends not to have. What will it grow up to be? Will it be any good or bad? Will people love or hate it? But most importantly, will I love it? Suddenly I felt ashamed of my newborn, comparing my dialogue to that of the films. I had a sudden urge to run back home and start a new script, "maybe this child will turn out better, I've failed with the last one" Let me mention at this point that I have no kids, so I most likely have no idea what the hell I'm talking about. It is 2:30 am, after all and I just wanted to write something without actually having to start a new script tonight. OK, enough of the rambling, I loved this movie, I loved Natalie Portman's work, I knew she was talented, but I had no idea to what degree. Clive Owen, man, he would be the best big brother man...I don't have a clue what that means...anyway, Julia is good, she didn't have that big of part, and man, I never feel sorry for guys that are better looking then me, but I felt bad for Jude Law, even though he deserved it, I mean, come on, what person in their right mind would cheat on Natalie. (The only unrealistic part of the film by the way!) Any way, bravo, you entertained me and made me feel like hell, way to go! Until next time.