The Lovely Bones

why didn't people like this movie?

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fucking borefest
i think sersh is cute as heck but it was so BORINGGGGGGGGGGGG

The studio fucked that movie up in post-production.

Why didn't she just cast herself out of the dullest franchise in the history of movie franchises? Seriously each episode following the boy wizard and his pals from Hogwarts Academy as they fight assorted villains has been indistinguishable from the others. Aside from the gloomy imagery, the series’ only consistency has been its lack of excitement and ineffective use of special effects, all to make magic unmagical, to make action seem inert.

Perhaps the die was cast when Rowling vetoed the idea of Spielberg directing the series; she made sure the series would never be mistaken for a work of art that meant anything to anybody?just ridiculously profitable cross-promotion for her books. The Harry Potter series might be anti-Christian (or not), but it’s certainly the anti-James Bond series in its refusal of wonder, beauty and excitement. No one wants to face that fact. Now, thankfully, they no longer have to.

>a-at least the books were good though

"No!" The writing is dreadful; the book was terrible. As I read, I noticed that every time a character went for a walk, the author wrote instead that the character "stretched his legs."

I began marking on the back of an envelope every time that phrase was repeated. I stopped only after I had marked the envelope several dozen times. I was incredulous. Rowling's mind is so governed by cliches and dead metaphors that she has no other style of writing. Later I read a lavish, loving review of Harry Potter by the same Stephen King. He wrote something to the effect of, "If these kids are reading Harry Potter at 11 or 12, then when they get older they will go on to read Stephen King." And he was quite right. He was not being ironic. When you read "Harry Potter" you are, in fact, trained to read Stephen King.

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I liked it.

Inability to sympathize with the pedophile

not enough bones

He would've been more sympathetic if he genuinely loved Saoirse and didn't force her into anything.

underrated kino

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The mother was such a cunt

>i like that hat

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Prime sersh.

the overabundance of cgi that didn't gel well with the live acting parts of the film. This isn't totally the problem of Jackson but the medium itself. Jackson can be blamed though for the feeling it conveys to the audience and is apparent at the end of the film with Tucci falling to his doom. The delving between shithouse cgi and live action cripples the message and makes the viewer scream to stick to live action.

do you think Rose is jealous that Saoirse has a much better career?

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What? Do you think pic related is Emma Watson?

This is a story in which the MC takes over another person's body and rapes them by using it to sexually gratify themselves, and this is passed off as a happy ending.

>interesting music
>cute seahorse
What else more could you possibly need?

Because they hate Peter Jackson?

kek, I have not seen this movie. Wtf, is this actually what happens?

My name is Suzy salmon (like the fish)
*gets brutally raped and murdered

it appeals to women, give it a break

boring and contrived

The way the family realizes who the murderer is is fucking stupid

>Oh shit my dog barked at him, dogs have telepathic powers right?
>Oh shit my daugther, who like to take pictures of everything, had pictures of him doing his own thing, he must be the killer!!

I dont know if the book was like that too or if it was done by the movie, but that was fucking retarded.

The ghost girl posses another girl to kiss a boy she like when she was alive

In the movie that is, in the books they have sex.

uhh he also had a bad haircut and nerdy glasses, give them some credit

The murderer got away with it

It was infuriating

I wanted the dad to beat the pedo to death like all pedos deserve

I thought they had sex in the movie too

They neutered it in the movie. IIRC the book he kept like a memento from the girls he murdered

that was the rapist

What do you mean? He slipped on ice and got a kino cliff death.

He could die of old age, that wouldn't be justice.

Justice is the pedo being CAUGHT so everyone knows who did it.

And beaten to death.

That´s in the movie too, but the girl´s sister only realizes this after breaking into his basement, which happened after she and her dad had already decided he must be the killer.

It goes to show how most injustices go unchecked (unless you're Brazilian)

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>"Try again," Mr. Harvey said, and he squatted down and knocked against the ground.

>"What's that?" I asked. My ears were freezing. I wouldn't wear the multicolored cap with the pompom and jingle bells that my mother had made me one Christmas. I had shoved it in the pocket of my parka instead. I remember that I went over and stomped on the ground near him. It felt harder even than frozen earth, which was pretty hard. "It's wood," Mr. Harvey said. "It keeps the entrance from collapsing. Other than that it's all made out of earth." "What is it?" I asked. I was no longer cold or weirded out by the look he had given me. I was like I was in science class: I was curious. "Come and see."