"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.

Ashley Greene owns Kristin Stewart

Ashley Greene showed up to the Twiglight premiere in this and I am very thankful. For a year all I've heard about is this and this, both of which are pale and heinous enough to be real vampires. Kristin Stewart makes Lindsay Lohan still seem relevant. I just don't get it. This is the main reason I hate Hollywood so much. It's not about being pretty (Kirstin Dunst), or talented (Megan Fox), it's simply a junior high popularity contest. If you're the new hot thing, nothing can slow your fame train down. Well, if Hollywood executives have any flippin clue, they'll put Ashley Greene in every movie made in 2010. This is a prime example of how premieres should be done. If I am the director of Twilight 3, I'm killing off that lip biting moron, Kristin Stewart, in the first 2 minutes, and the rest of the movie would filled gratuitous nude shower scenes with soapy breasts, self groping, and vampire/human copulation.