I rarely post "reviews" of anything on here, partly because I rarely feel like it but mostly because I don't feel like I have enough expertise in any particular area to pass judgement...so this isn't a review. It's just me discussing a movie.
Today, exhausted after the 4th straight day of work with the demons children, I laid in bed and watched exactly what I needed -- a quirky, indie romance -- Dakota Skye.
Now I will concede that I almost tweeted 20 minutes in that it was the most poorly acted/written movie I'd ever seen and I was only still watching because of the fact that I didn't have enough energy to click "Return to Browsing" on Netflix Instant Play...but it picked up. It totally picked up. This could just be me having a huge crush on Ian Nelson, because I so totally do, I knew that going in, heck, it's pretty much the reason I picked the movie, and seeing him in a less 7th Heaven/Bratz Movie setting, something more serious where he plays an unfailingly honest stoner boy with the cutest little smile and the purest little heart...was awesome. He was the only actor that I didn't want to punch in the face the whole time, and his monologue about the things he couldn't say? Tears in my eyes, goosebumps on my arms, baby.
I mean, yes, the movie is not brilliantly produced, but it's an indie film, but it's sweet in that it doesn't try to be anything it's not (ie, a movie you've heard of before). It's a simple story about a girl with a superpower (she knows what everybody really means when they lie) and her journey. It has some brilliant writing and more than one moment where I went "Wow, that was a good line!"...and I rarely actually notice writing. Plus, it made me want to go to Arizona.
You know, as I write this, I'm beginning to think that the only reason I stopped hating it halfway through was because Ian Nelson became more central to the plot, and therefore got more screentime. Not that that is a bad thing at all...
Hot damn.
love,
me.
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