It’s not great. It’s good.
So, I know some of you are probably thinking, “What, seriously? You’re just now watching it?” Yes, because I’ve always had a strong stance against it. I’ve heard the stories of women, and some men, crying in the theater. I’ve been told it’s an amazing movie. But from everything I’ve heard, it’s just the type of movie I like to stray away from. Now, I’m not saying I can’t handle a ‘chick flick.’ I just prefer mine to be a bit more on the comedy side, like How to lose a guy, or my favorite, Forgetting Sarah Marshall. I don’t care for the ones that get you attached, and then take someone away from you for a good tear-jerk reaction. I don’t want to cry people. I don’t need to spend an hour of my life to get SAD. It’s just not the way I roll.
But, in an effort to get my wife to watch 24 with me, I broke and agreed to watch it. And, like I said to start, it was good… just not great.
To me, a great movie is a movie that moves you, but in a way you haven’t been moved before. In a way that you aren’t expecting. In a way that just isn’t so damn predictable! The whole movie was predictable. From start to finish, you knew what was happening next. The last point at which I wasn’t sure of the plot was when Noah first saw Allie. I didn’t know what his ‘in’ was going to be. If he would be the shy, “maybe she’ll see me one” day type, or the over the top with confidence type. After Noah started to scale the Ferris wheel, the rest was laid out. I knew what was coming, and because of that, the scenes that maybe would have hit me hard, just didn’t. It was the same old story, just set in it’s own unique setting, with it’s own little spice. While I did get teary eyed, it didn’t come until after the movie was over and my wife, laying on my chest while we watched it, told me she loved me. Then the thought of not remembering her, or her not remembering me… Well, that got me.
So, in the end… The Notebook is good. It wasn’t great, but good.