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Riding in Cars with Boys is a good trip Riding In Cars With Boys was another worthy addition to what I
like to call "Mónica's Movie Musings." To elaborate,
it made me cry almost as much as I did during Titanic--not necessarily
a good thing, I know, but I felt enlightened by this film's honest examination
of human nature. So, I can honestly say that the moving stuff in here
is the real deal--the kind that doesn't require, say, a couple of guys
playing violins on a sinking ship.
Directed by Penny Marshall (A League of Their Own, Get Shorty),
Riding In Cars With Boys is based on the true story of Beverly
D'onofrio (Drew Barrymore), a girl who learns the hard way that life isn't
always what we expect it be. She gets pregnant at 15 and suffers through
a short forced marriage with her drunken husband (Steve Zahn) who forever
alters her life. The tragedy of the film lies in the fact that she can
never accept her life as it is. Because of this, those who know and love
her the most are hurt and rejected by her selfishness. Drew took full advantage of this difficult, but strong lead. The movie
spans about 30 years of Bev's life; 25 of which Drew brilliantly plays
herself. Although her 15 year old portrayal is a bit of a stretch for
the 26-year-old actress, we as the audience have been brain washed to
accept such age deception since the dawn of the teen movie--way before
30-year-olds played high school students in Clueless. Sadly, this particular
scam made a certain 4'9" sixth grader believe that she was supposed
to look like Alicia Silverstone by the age of 16
riiiiight
. On an eerily similar note, Brittany Murphy, best known among us "chicks"
as Ty in Clueless, manages to perform well as Fay, Bev's best friend.
Fay happens to be one year younger than Ty, though Brittany played Ty,
ummmm, SIX YEARS AGO. The treachery continues. Hey guys, I know what you must be thinking. "This is a mushy flick.
I might cry, and then I'd be the laughing stock of the entire Bowdoin
community. Boo-hoo." Well, I feel it is my duty to say you'd really
be missing out if you pass on this one. This isn't anything like Clueless;
it's more like Erin Brokovich, which, by the way, was nominated
for Best Picture. If you missed that and learned your lesson, then be
sure you head to Hoyt's this weekend and redeem yourself. |
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