This movie ended and I felt that rare feeling that comes after those special films. I would type a colon and the exact word that fits the description, but that word doesn't exist. And no, I'm not being snarky. I really, really enjoyed this film. Of course, John Corbett was in it--so that's a win right there. Love him dearly.
No, really. The happy, warm feeling that came to after this catchy flick reminded me of that which I felt after memorable others. I will list them now for you: What a Girl Wants (2003), She's the Man (2006), Hairspray (2007), (Why do all of these films star Amanda Bynes?) Angus, Thongs, and Perfect Snogging (2008), and others that end happily-ever-after and are based on books I adore/star adorable men who get the good girl in the end. Those are about the qualities I like in a down-right no-doubt-about-it good film. I mean, no, these are not American Beautys, Shakespeare in Loves, or West Side Storys, (the three best films of all time if you have not met me before) but they do their job and do it well.
Ramona and Beezus will remind you of Danny Devito's Matilda. This is not a bad thing. I liked this movie much better, but I never much liked that brat who was in Matilda and that shitty-ass remake of Miracle on 34th Street, which itself has fallen to the all-time-worst films-ever list since it is all about Macy's. Stupid Macy's. Macy's is so horrible in every way...wait...I got off track somewhere...oh well.
I do hope that a great deal of young people see this film and then go out and read the nineteen or so books associated with it. That would be a big day for film inspiring literary! I mean, it's nice when a good movie is made, like say Cold Mountain and it inspire fourteen people to read the amazing novel off which it was based, but this movie could really start some life-long reading. Go see it. It will make you smile.
