It has actually been several weeks since Sarahmac forced me to watch Remember Me. I dithered on writing anything about it for various reasons, but perhaps most importantly I was reading the Sports Guy's NBA draft diary as we started watching the movie, and then we had to pause a few minutes in so Sarahmac could read those first few paragraphs. That almost sums it up; nothing more needed to be said, and then we saw The Ghost Writer. Not only did both these movies lose an entire star (on the 5-star netflix scale) in a 10 second span in the last five minutes of film, but they suddenly and irrevocably (for me) heralded the end of Pierce Brosnan's leading man status. We're now 8 years removed from his last Bond film, and he's now being cast as "the older man" figure for lightweights like Robert Pattinson and Ewan McGregor. To be clear here, I like Ewan McGregor and we've netflixed movies specifically to see him; however, he's nervous and meek. He's endearing, but he completely lacks Brosnan's assured virility. This is what didn't quite ring true about McGregor's portrayal of Obi-Wan Kenobi -- he could channel Alec Guinness's mannerisms all he liked (and he did that quite well), but without the ability to command attention with calm assurance, well...
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