Pocket Full Of Sunshine

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Mel and I spent last Sunday afternoon at the movies watching Easy A. I went in with high-ish expectations, and came out completely floored at just how enjoyable it was.

This film’s star, Emma Stone is a genuinely funny human. And she’s funny in a sharp-and-can-totally-build-off-of-a-joke kind of way. She’s witty and she’s got that wry sense about her, like she “gets it” but she doesn’t care if you “get it,” and I respect that. That’s a talent. There’s nothing better than a fearless comedian with plenty of charisma and charm to keep us engaged. She handily carries every scene in the whip-smart and deviously funny Easy A. Seriously, go see it!

Girls Night In The City

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Thanks to The Style Spy, the lovely Melissa and I were lucky enough to be able to attend the premiere screening of Sex and the City 2 last night. Donning cute dresses, with our complimentary Big City cupcakes and swag bags  in hand, we sat in the centre of the theatre with huge smiles on our faces while we experienced 2.5 hours of fashion, glamour, sisterhood and humor.

The plot was much lighter than the first film, less drama.  But the extravagance factor was turned up full blast. I’d heard mixed reviews going in (Ivanka Trump claims to have left early because she disliked it so much), so I suppose I adjusted my expectations accordingly; however, I did really enjoy it. What’s not to love? It felt like catch up time with my favourite well dressed New Yorkers.

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There’s still some special kind of  magic and chemistry within this group of babes.  No matter how mediocre the script, spending time with these ladies who we have come to love, while appreciating the beautiful designer fashions and accessories that they are draped in from head to toe equals FUN.

Afterward, we scored tickets to the “Carrie On” after party at Joey’s Burrard, sponsored by the Beat 94.5 FM. We spent the rest of the evening drinking (what else?) cosmos, tasting delicious appies and engaging in some serious girl talk.  We even walked away with adorbable SATC2 martini glasses. Love-love.

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Oh, and Lee– when can Mel and I come to visit you in the “new Middle East?” We want to wear Vuitton and Chanel while we ride camels and drink cocktails in the sand of Abu Dhabi.

The Lovely Bones

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After powering my way through Alice Sebold’s brilliant novel The Lovely Bones last week, I was excited to see the film version because this book had been such a great read. I had a hard time ever putting it down.

While I never really expect films to live up to the books that they are based on, you never know, and sometimes they actually do an amazing job with the adaptation (i.e. Cider House Rules, The Hours).

I’m not going to say that The Lovely Bones is a terrible movie. It’s visually impressive and soundly acted, but I do think it’s also quite misguided. And I’m stumped, as I so often am, as to why somebody thought this book should be a movie.  I held out hope that Peter Jackson would be able to balance the same intense themes as the novel, but it was all for naught: his big-screen version is ambitious, but it only shares such a small fraction of the story. Granted, I did just finish the novel yesterday so the details are all fresh in my mind. The changes and omissions made to the story probably bothered me even more on account of this.

Alice Sebold’s book is about things that we don’t want to see — like a little girl’s rape and murder — and about things we can’t see: what goes on in the heads of those left behind, which is often very different from what they’re saying and doing; and what might happen to the soul of a child, who just might be able to watch over her loved ones from someplace else. The book is a delicate, elaborate balancing act that works marvelously; Sebold writes in a way that draws us in to a sort of magical world she weaves with words. But it’s not meant to be taken literally — and Peter Jackson’s heavy-handed, CGI-laden vision really falls short, in my opinion. Jackson, whose visionary filmmaking has earned him massive acclaim in the past, creates a heaven of brilliant, surreal landscapes in which Susie and her fellow dead frolic. The best aspects of Sebold’s novel, though, are the poignant, sometimes illicit relationships that formed in the wake of Susie’s murder. The film focuses far too much on the fantastic Inbetween and not enough on earth. Susie’s family deals with her death each  in their own ways, as all grieving people do. However, either to shorten the film’s length or secure a PG-13 rating, Jackson skips or glosses over many of the aspects of the novel that made it so horrific and beautiful. The result, as with so many book-to-film adaptations, is a pretty, superficial muddle.