Movie Review: Remember Me
Remember Me is a surprisingly mature movie that will certainly have people talking about it, many of them for all the wrong reasons. It has been marketed largely as a straight romance, presumably to draw in the “Robsessed” Twilight fans, but there is a lot more there.
First we’ve got Tyler, played by Robert Pattinson. His parents (Pierce Brosnan and Lena Olin) are divorced and he is still coping with his brother’s death while struggling to find direction in his own life.
It has been a struggle for Brosnan since his James Bond days. His gut has gotten bigger and his roles have gotten smaller, but he is quite impressive as the negligent father.
The one constant in Tyler’s life is his 6th grade sister, played by a revelatory Ruby Jerins. They’ve got a great relationship and the moments they share are some of the best in the film.
Next we’ve got Allie, played by Emilie de Ravin. Her mother was murdered when she was 11, and her dad has been overprotective ever since – and who better to play the overprotective father than Chris Cooper?
Finally we’ve got Tate Ellington as Tyler’s requisite “comic relief friend.” His jokes are hit or miss, but he’s always awkward and irrelevant.
Naturally, Tyler introduces himself to Ally and a passionate romance blossoms. The relationship succeeds in being more believable than most cinematic love fests, but it was the secondary relationships in the film that kept me most emotionally invested. Each of the two leads are in tumultuous situations with their fathers, and Tyler is also faced with helping his sister through a difficult point in her life.
One thing I can say for Remember Me is that it had me feeling uneasy throughout. That’s mostly a good thing. It means that I genuinely cared about the characters and wanted things to work out for them. It might also mean that there was an unnecessary amount of violence in the film. Every time things got rough or tense, it seemed like someone was getting hit. Is that really the best we can do?
Another thing we can take away from the film is that Pattinson has a lot more to offer than the awful scripts for the Twilight movies allow him to show. He has a sensitive masculinity about him that makes you believe he truly cares about the people he’s sharing the screen with.
If I were more easily offended, I might have taken issue with the ending of the film. As it stands, I appreciate the film for being uncompromising enough not to worry about ruffling a few feathers.
Sure, the continuous drain of brooding sap can wear you down at times, but to say the movie is too depressing is like saying that Arnold kicks too much ass in Commando. That’s the whole reason we’re watching the movie.
RIYL: A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints, Titanic, Crazy/Beautiful.