26 August 2015

Paper Towns

Now this must be the first time that I watched the movie adaptation of a book, without never having read the book in the first place.
Don't get me wrong, John Green is a wonderful author, he just isn't my cup of tea. Despite the fact that we share a deep level of adoration for military poets, ie. Whitman and Tennyson.
Paper Towns in intent on convincing you that Margo is a truly special girl and in that speciality of her's you will inherently love her. However, they show absolutely nothing about her to corroborate that fact.

Paper Towns introduces Quentin, a shy and dorky guy who has been in love with the girl across the street, Margo for as long as he has
known her. Also, who in today's world is called Quentin?
The story is rather typical in the sense that the quiet, unassuming guy in madly in love with the cool girl who is busy living her life all while he pines after her.
They initially start out as friends, but eventually drift off into their own separate worlds. But Quentin still harbors deep feelings for her, which coincidentally also bring out the stalkerish tendencies in him, since he spends a rather long amount of time staring into her bedroom window.
Kindly excuse me while I go draw my curtains and never open them again.
Margo, by the way, is cray-cray. Take it from an attention-seeking person, she is one as well. She ran away to work in the circus, which is an idea I would like to employ. She toured with a semi-popular band. She has run away from home so many times that her parents aren't really concerned about it anymore.
In the last few weeks of high school, Margo and Quentin have a minor reconciliation, and he tags along with her as she prowls through the houses of her ex-boyfriend and 2 best friends insisting on revenge since they were busy screwing around behind her back.
While that is truly a heinous crime, is putting a dead catfish as a sign of betrayal the best thing to do?
But the next day Margo disappears, leaving behind some vague clues for Quentin to find her. Which he and his rag-tag group of friends do with haste. Only to find out that she never intended for him to find her!
Say what?
Margo is convinced that she is a shallow person (which she is) and she wants to start over. In a snit, Quentin decides to tell her that he loves her. While that is all very cute, it is followed by a rather long and unnecessarily pompous way of Margo convincing Quentin that she is in fact not all that special.
He is convinced, they say goodbye and that is the end of the movie.

I think somewhere in the back of his mind Jake Schreier thought he was making a poignant coming of age story which was bound to make people feel something. And while you can truly appreciate his effort along with the sincere acting of both Nat Wolff and Cara Delevingne, the movie lacks heart. 
It is so incredibly lackluster in emotional depth it is slightly astounding. I was prepared for it to be a sob-fest, just from the prior experience of having read John Green's books. But it left me feeling unimpassioned at best. 
Like I said, the acting was a commendable effort and some very quotable dialogues, but those were definitely from Green rather than anything original form the film makers. That is the extent of the compliments of can give the film. 

The Good: Hey, look everybody, it's Cara Delevingne! You don't really get to see her enough.
The Bad: It just ended. Just like that. He wasn't in love with her anymore, and was like, "Next, please"
The Moral: Don't spend your life loving someone you don't really know from afar? Or don't go building them up to be something that they aren't?
Either ways, it makes me feel guilty from loving Chris Evans the way I do. 

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