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Movie Review: The Island

This is a hard review to write as I don't want to give away any crucial plot twists! Suffice to say that I was pleasantly surprised with the finished result. Not being a fan of Sci-Fi, I started watching the film with some reservations, but I was soon pretty much engrossed in the original and thought-provoking premise.

Ewan McGregor is perfectly cast but I found Scarlett Johanssen's role to be underwritten. Basically, her part could have been played by any other pretty actress, which is not exactly complimentary to her acting skills. She's not the most natural actress on screen at the best of times, although I think she performed her best work to date in "The Girl With The Pearl Earring".

A good, crisp script and some pretty nifty special effects. I know that the movie isn't performing that well at the box office, but don't let this factor put you off. For once, some people have put together an intelligent sci-fi movie with a contemporary message (and that's all I'm going to give away!).

I'd be interested to hear what other people think.

Recommended but may not suit all tastes

My Rating

4 (out of 5)

Comments

I have a movie of Scarlett when she's about ten (maybe 12) years old. She was a great actress then. It's called "Manny and Lo" and if I had to classify it, I would call it a "coming of age" film. There are only three main characters in the film, but I like movies driven by dialogue. You should check it out... and see Scarlett before she was a Starlet.

It's kind of a chick-flick, but only because all the characters are female. It's a bit controversial in subject matter, but as the father of girls, I think you should watch it. Email me after you've seen it... and if you can't find it anywhere, email me and I'll send it to you... my copy is VHS though.

I'm curious, does anyone, besides yourself, call you Claudy... because that is just too cute, and it fits your rating pic perfectly!
The Scribbler said…
Thanks Rachael, I'm going to see if I can get a copy or I might take you up on your offer.

Some people who've known me since I was a kid still call me Claudy.

Also, my wife occasionally calls me that when she's in a good mood with me!

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