Mid 20's. LA via New York via LA. Work in Reality TV. Very Liberal. Loves include in no particular order, pop and world culture, fashion & design, animal rights, political discussions, travel, and food--especially cheese and sushi (but not together). I have a sidekick named Bruley. He’s a French Bulldog & he’s the coolest. tinselyandbruley (at) gmail (dot) com
Every year, I set a goal of seeing all the Best Picture nominees before the Oscars. I swear, this year, I’m really gonna do it. War Horse may kill me, and I’m fairly certain I’m gonna get antsy watching Tree of Life, but I’m giving it the old college try.
I watched The Descendants last night. Verdict: Meh.
The good:
-The scenery
-The music
-Shailene Woodley
-The brief use of Matthew Lillard & Judy Greer
-The family history story line
The bad:
-Clooney. Seriously, did I miss something? He’s supposed to be a native Hawaiian, yet he has no trace of an accent. The Hawaiian accent is so distinct. It would be like filming The Help with no southern drawl. On top of that, I wasn’t particularly moved by his performance. Dare I say, it felt like he phoned it in a bit?
-The random friend of the daughter. Still not sure what he was there for.
-The entire plot start to finish. I don’t mind a dark storyline, but dear god, what a downer.
-The ending. Penguins and ice cream and credits. Yikes.
Next.