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Silver Lyings Playbookies


I just got done watching the Silver Linings Playbook. 

I don't really know how I feel about it to be completely honest.

Jennifer Lawrence won a crap ton of awards. And to be honest...she should have. She was the most believable. She played a woman who was tragically broken and yet somehow strong and vulnerable at the same time. It was...brilliant.

The rest of the movie left me wanting more. It was like the difference between ordering Chicken Tenders as the appetizer and ordering the Chicken Tenders Dinner Platter. Technically the main portion of the dish is the same, but the appetizer doesn't really explore the relationship between the main dish and other elements. It just gives people what they want....the instant gratification of the main dish. 

I felt this was the kind of movie where you really needed the dinner size portion.

My first two thoughts after watching the movie were (in this order):
  1. Damn! That soundtrack is fantastic!
  2. I wonder (and hope to god) that this was a book first. 
The movie annoyed me. I don't know any other way to say it. It just annoyed me. 

The synopsis of the book...where he thinks he's in a movie directed by God....HELLO--Why the fuck wasn't that explored in the movie? THAT one element makes his crazy make a LOT more sense. 

And, let's be honest, I would identify with him a lot more. 

I don't know.  Maybe I didn't see the same movie everyone else did. 

I need to read the book and see if I like it any better.

I'll get back to you on that. 

-A.T.

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