Given that I have had writer's block on my novel for the past week and a half, I decided to try my hand at something else. From the little I understand of reviews, they should be edgy and controversial. Luckily I've already got the upper hand with that since my opinion of this movie differs from pretty much everyone else's. :)
"Ew. The one with Miley Cyrus in it?" is invariably the response I receive when I recommend The Last Song, one of the latest Nicolas Sparks novels to be adapted into a chick flick.
Cliche, cheesy, sappy...yes, The Last Song is essentially and hour and a half of every corny dalliance known to man, or rather woman. A rebellious beauty is captivated by a talented, handsome local boy whose parents naturally don't approve. There is playful flirtation by the water's edge, a passionate fight ended with a heart-melting, long-lasting kiss, and an agonizing search for the perfect dress to wear to the perfect date.
88 out of 109 reviews on rottentomatoes.com say that The Last Song is melodramatic, ridiculous, and pathetic.
Who are you kidding? Don't deride the quintessential love story just because it hasn't happened to you yet. And don't dismiss it as being innately abhorrent because the up and coming underage sex symbol Miley stars in it.
Allow yourself to enjoy the excessive and inevitable parody and pathos of the eloquently titled Last Song and imagine the instances taking place in your own life. Why feign ridicule? No one but you is going to know you got teary-eyed while picturing yourself in the arms of your own knight in shining armor.
Be sure to smile at the boyish intuitions of Miley's little brother throughout the film.
And if you refuse to be titillated by scene after scene of stereotypical romance, at least sit through the first 3 minutes in order to view an extremely hot, extremely topless Liam Hemsworth. :)
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