Tonight I got to preview Charlie St. Cloud. I couldn’t bare to wait until Friday, and since it was for free I decided to go and enjoy the movie alone. (I really am turning into my mom…)
The security for this screening was worse than the Southwest terminal at LAX. I felt like a convicted murderer they way they patted us down and inspected everything. They nearly did everything except for a cavity check. They were all paranoid someone was going to record the movie before it came out on Friday.
I’ll give my full on review then so I don’t get the feds on me for leaking information. However, I will say that Zac Efron did a terrific job (as per usual) and while the movie was enjoyable, I was not as emotional as I thought I’d be. Maybe this was due to the fact that the whole time I was watching it, I kept thinking I was watching a “friend” from the past up on the screen, which in turn made me think about that instead of the gravity of the scene. What do you call someone from your past that you’ve lost contact with and probably won’t see again but you don’t have any bad feelings about them? Acquaintance isn’t correct, enemy isn’t either. So I’m going to use “friend” as a loose term. However, I’m not lying: said “friend” and Zac could be identical twins. Not just in looks, but mannerisms alone. A little freaky when you’re busy trying imagine Zac Efron pressing his hot body against yours instead of the chick in the movie. Too far? I’m not even ashamed to admit that. Every girl in that movie thought at one point,”I hate Vanessa Hudgens.”
Also, the book is way better. Read it first because it will help you understand why they edited it the way they did.