Against my better judgement, I watched The Time Traveler’s (sic) Wife. I mean just look at this fucking poster. Jesus wept…
I quite liked the novel but I was about 13 when I read it and presumably didn’t know any better. I just… nothing happens in this film. I mean, a whole lot of shit happens, but nothing really happens, y’know? McAdams is pretty good, but Bana is completely lacking in anything other than dreary self-pity. Henry in the book was a charming, engaging protagonist; here he’s reduced to a big lump of chiselled manpain. Booooored.
