by Grace Crawford

All Angus, Thongs, and Perfect Snogging images courtesy of Nickelodeon Movies and Paramount Pictures.

I’m actually super impressed with you at the moment. Yes, you, dear reader. Know why? Because you willingly (or maybe you were coerced; I really don’t know how you ended up on our site in the first place) clicked on a link that almost certainly had the words “thongs” and “snogging” in it, even though you most likely had no idea who Angus was. (He’s a cat.) And I think that shows courage on your part, because you’re bracing yourself for the inevitable wave of tampons and estrogen that’s about to rain down on your head.

Well, fear not, dear reader. I fully intend for this to be the only romantic comedy I ever review. And if, by some wild stretch of the imagination, I end up gushing on about some Ryan Gosling piece six months from now, I give you permission to say nasty things in the comments section. (But not too mean, please; I’m a delicate flower and I cry easily.)

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by Grace Crawford

All images courtesy of Bellwether Pictures, Lionsgate Films, and Roadside Attractions.

I like Shakespeare. I always have. I know there are some who think he’s stuffy, pretentious, and the single leading cause of boredom among high school students. But I’ve just always liked him. I once played a witch in my school’s grade nine production of MacBeth (I’m not altogether certain what the fillet of a fenny snake is, nor what use eye of newt and toe of frog are for, but apparently it’s important for witchy things). I understood every word of Othello. I love writing a parody script of Twelfth Night. Had I not ended up in communications, I would have made an excellent English major and subsequent long-term barista/waitress.

I don’t really know how else one is supposed to begin discussing an adaptation of something, particularly when that something has already been adapted countless times over the years. In the case of Much Ado About Nothing, I thought Kenneth Branagh’s version hit the nail on the head. It was clever, well cast (with the exception of Keanu Reeves—not even high school students deserve to listen to his mechanically delivered lines for two and a half hours), and true to the source material. Whenever I think of how much I like Much Ado About Nothing, that’s the benchmark for me.

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by Grace Crawford

All images courtesy of Marv Films, Ingenious Films, and Paramount Pictures.

“A philosopher once asked, ‘Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at the stars because we are human?’ Pointless, really. Do the stars gaze back? Now that’s a question.”

I like fairy tales. I always have, and I’m not ashamed of it. I try to make a point of seeing all the new Disney movies in theatres, and I’ve done that ever since I first saw Pocahontas, and wow, does that ever make me feel old (even though I’m really not). I have a leather-bound book of fairy tales by my bed, I watch Once Upon A Time even though it’s not even that fantastic a show anymore, and I once appeared as the Wardrobe in my high school’s production of Beauty and the Beast. I like fairy tales, and I don’t expect that to change anytime soon.

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By Grace Crawford

Images courtesy of Regency Enterprises and 20th Century Fox.

First off, if you haven’t seen the movie but intend to, I recommend you don’t read this until you’ve seen it or you’ll ruin it for yourself. So go watch it, right now.

Have you seen it now? Good.

I’m not exactly what you’d call an appreciator of grown-up films. Mostly that’s because hardly anybody uses the word “appreciator,” but it’s also because anybody who knows me is well aware that my appreciation of film only extends as far as musicals, animated films, and adaptations of my favorite books.

So when I say that I was extremely appreciative of Fight Club, I want you to understand exactly what I mean.

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