"We leave fingerprints on everyone we touch."

Amidst a profusion of careless movie productions and 9th grade screenplays, Remember Me hit me like a breath of fresh, gloomy grieving air. Either it's me that's out-of-touch with good movies, or it's the miserable movie critics writing for self-absorbed newspapers around the country. Granted, not many people will see this movie and that's too bad. I'm a little sad to say this, but Pattinson can act. I don't mean he can whisper mysteriously because we've all seen Twilight. Anyone can do that. He's no Brando, but he's good, even when I don't want to like him. Despite being unfairly criticized for an overwrought screenplay, this movie accomplishes something that few do these days. It seems crazy to think that a movie would actually take the time to develop dynamic and damaged characters. It's not without flaws, sure, but the effortless connection and intimacy between Pattinson and de Ravin is undeniable. For once a filmmaker gets it right. The film's director takes the time to strip down human emotion, specifically grief and forgiveness, to expose characters and their pain. Brosnan is as predictable as ever, playing the rich, powerful, untouchable, elitist prick, but no one plays it better. The father son and family conflicts feel genuine and lifelike. Chris Cooper is brilliant as a lonely NYC cop-father that's pushing away the only thing he's got left in the world, his daughter. I loved it. This is a movie that will sadden you and give you hope in the same scene. It reveals a raw sexual desire between two capable, suffering and believable young characters. It will capture your emotion till the last scene. Without offering spoilers, specific scenes like ones in Remember Me will become a grim reminder of a painful reality for our generation.