Now, never have I professed to being the best writer in the world, a full testament to that fact being I just started this sentence with a wholly inappropriate 'now'.
I am also aware that there are a million and one other blogs on the subject of film which are far more deserving of your time and attention than this one. But then this was never meant to replace your monthly subscription to Total Film, or overhaul your Netflix rental list. It was just a place for me to store my concise but fleeting thoughts about the magical medium of cinema. But even so, I'm really glad you're here. So welcome...

Sunday, 27 January 2013

The Lucky One

It's been a while since we had a good look at the Zefron, and fortunately from a 'good look' perspective, The Lucky One doesn't disappoint. Not a title that's ever going to be genre-defining, but it comes with a pleasing enough outcome, and plenty of smouldering to be getting on with in the meantime. Originally a book (from which I'm reliably informed the film does deviate in some aspects), the movie version provides a perfect platform for Efron's female fanbase, casting him in a relatively unlikely (but not altogether unbelievable) turn as a US marine. Despite playing out very much as a standard love story, The Lucky One is still worthy of note, if only for the excitement of seeing Zac Efron in his boxers (which, let's face it, must be one of the main reasons that the thing got made in the first place).

Children, animals and a wet Zac Efron. The holy trinity to make women weak at the uterus?

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