Movie Review: The Tale of Despereaux

There is both something very right yet something very wrong with the Tale of Despereaux. It’s just that I cannot rightly pinpoint it.

Here is an epic tale about… about… about… well, that’s just it – I can’t pinpoint what its about either. And that’s the biggest flaw of the film.

The Tale of Despereaux is a beautiful film, full of well acted roles (by superior actors) written beautifully with a literary-worthy script, and music that can take your breath away… but it tried to achieve so many things at the same time, that it ended up convoluting the script and the pace. The film, rare from its kind, is written like a beautiful prose (narrated by the equally beautiful voice of Sigourney Weaver) – it doesn’t travel with a straight line, but moves almost like a stream of consciousness, following nothing but the words before them and where the tale takes them… no matter where it is.

Movie Review: Twilight (2008)

Vampires and Vegetables: A Review

I can almost feel the slaps I will get from a million lovestruck teenaged girls at what I’m about to say.  But I had to break my holiday blogfast just to say this.  An advanced warning for those who hate puns.  But its a vampy article!  I honestly will try to curb my puns … a bit.  Well, here goes:

Bella Swan, our pretty protagonist, is one of the few very watchable heroines I've seen so far. If only she didn't speak in monologues...

Twilight sucked.

Twilight … well… sucked my blood dry, at least.

Review: Little Women

Oftentimes, I would catch myself smiling each time I see a little girl walking alongside her family. I would watch them eat ice cream perhaps from afar, watch them smile and laugh and joke and giggle. Perhaps I would be sitting in a bench in the park, reading a book – but always, a scene of such humanity and innocence like those can always pull me away from my fictitious world and into the present.

Innocence. It was one of those things that truly enraptures me. One day, perhaps I will have a son and daughter of my own – and only then could I truly view my life as complete.

Perhaps this is why the novel, ‘Little Women’ captured me so.

There is something so absolutely pure about Louisa Alcott’s writing, that it just reaches out to the soul. Not with force, but by a gentle tug – perhaps like a caring mother, urging you to take your first steps with her. I was tantalized ever since I read that first page, that first chapter… all the way til the end.