First off, I'd like thank fine folks over a the W Network for giving me the opportunity of watching this gift of a movie. The semi-enchanting tale of young passion set in a bland nonspecific corner of some nameless U.S. state, A Walk to Remember follows the budding relationship between a reformed bad boy, Landon (nice name, pal) and Jamie, a sweater-wearing church enthusiast. The ostensibly mismatched pair's love is so beautiful, so pure, that I didn't no whether to spew tears or vomit while watching this movie. The reason for my fluid-based indecision was because I liked the 'getting to know ya' phase of their taboo relationship. I mean, Jamie and Landon are so endearing and earnest in their courting scenes, that only a granny-violating ogre would disapprove of their unpolluted form of girl-boy affection. Only problem is, the film gets real schmaltzy, and fast. The sheer weight of sentimentality was too much for me to bear at times. Call me a debauched nipple biter, but I thought the film was profoundly square as well. So square, that it makes those Hallmark Hall of Fame made-for-television thingies look like Israeli ear muff porn; and believe me, that's not a good thing. The virginal Mandy Moore seamlessly glides through the film's mawkish material as Jamie. I thought the empathic look she wears on her face throughout the movie was well-crafted. Plus, the many hugs she handed out seemed sincere. Shane West, on the other hand, was ungraceful as Landon. He seemed uncomfortable in the role, and looked like he would rather be killing brown people in yet another tasteless war movie.Oh, and the elaborate handshake Shane and his best friend (Al Thompson) perform near the end of the movie is possibly the cheesiest thing I've seen in my entire life. They end their handshake by extinguishing an imaginary cigarette on each others arm. Ugh, it needs to be seen to be believed.
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