Friday, February 20, 2009

The Reader


The Reader


I personally do not understand why anybody thinks this movie is so amazing. I will say that the subject matter is profound and kind of shocking or whatever, but the actual movie did not seem to bring any depth to it. I felt no sympathy for the protagonist by the end because he didn't do anything that he was really supposed to, and Kate Winslet's character was just kind of dumb. I mean that's on the surface, of course, of whether or not I liked the movie. The way I felt about it was more or less like reading a book, ironically enough because the film is about this woman being read to, etc. I felt this way because it was like I was being told a story, but it didn't evoke any emotion; if I wanted to sympathize with a character or feel anything I had to dig deep and think about how he or she would feel, but they didn't make me feel it the way I think movies are supposed to. That's part of the beauty of film. I do, however, have to give Kate props for going through several explicit love scenes with a boy who is fifteen years her junior (he's 18, she's 33) that her children will probably have to see one day and be very disturbed with. I mean, she was good, but she didn't carry the movie enough to save it in my opinion.

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