Friday, August 28, 2015

Revisiting the Beginning

Greetings Pups,

So, I've been writing for a very long time, since I was a teenager. With starting the process of packing up my belongings, I came across all of my old notebooks from those early days, because I kept so much of it. I decided to sit down and read through all of them. Thankfully, when I wrote them down, I disciplined myself enough to make my handwriting legible. That is not always something I do, or have ever done. But revisiting all of this was certainly eye opening.

Most of the time, if not ALL of the time, we might not completely know why we're doing things as we're doing them. I know I don't anyway. Even if we are aware, I think we are much more aware as we see those actions in hindsight. When I began seriously writing at the age of fifteen, starting with what I called poetry, I really thought that pretty much everything I wrote was really good. Maybe not so much, seeing it now. Actually, let me phrase that differently. A lot of what I was writing back then was not good in the sense that it should be shared with others, as I do with my books now. Oh, I did share it quite a bit back then, something I rather regret now, but despite that, I don't think I will call it bad. At least, the experience wasn't bad.

I think I spent a good five to seven years, not trying to be a good writer. I just trying to be a writer. And I was discovering the fact that I was a writer. All that time was spent practicing the art of purging myself and my emotions through words. I wasn't thinking; I was just letting go. That probably explains why a good 95% of those poems did not rhyme. I just could not stop what I was getting out to figure out how to rhyme one word with another. Being able to do both all at once is a skill that can take a person some time. And I did learn, eventually. However, at that time, I was simply learning to not be afraid of exposing every feeling I had, especially the difficult or "bad" ones. I had to learn to bring them all to the light, so I could deal with them. In other words, I had to unlearn what I had been taught my entire life where those unfavorable things were concerned. I taught myself that "in the light" is better than "under the rug".

As I sifted through all of those pages, memories of those days flooded back to me, for better and for worse. I honestly cannot believe how much I remember from back then, the people, places and moments that I experienced and made a decision about which to record in those books. Some of those subjects are lost from my memory for now, perhaps forever, but at least, I know they had their flash of light in my life, whether it lasted or not. And all of this made me realize how far I've come, not to mention what and who pushed me and guided me along the way.

This year is very important to me in the grand scheme of my writing life. I'd like to hope that from those early days until now, I have improved in every way that I can. I hope that now I have written things worthy for the eyes, minds and hearts of anyone who finds them. Whilst I know that few things I wrote in the extremely distant past were nothing more than stepping stones to where I am now, I am glad they exist. I had to start somewhere, and the first steps are the most important. You think not much comes from them as you are taking them, but they are what lead you to where you eventually come to rest into the life you were meant to have. As difficult as those times were, they were nothing short of a blessing for me. And who knows? Amongst all of that writing that might make me cringe a bit now, there are a few gems, I think. Ones that I may have to gather up, dust off and share with the world. Telling everyone where you are now can only be enhanced if you also tell them where you've been.

Love and full moons,
Becky the Writer

Monday, August 24, 2015

Top Ten Worst Hit Songs of 1958

Greetings Pups,

And now for the Worst Hit Songs of 1958. I tell you, I have nothing against people being happy and writing happy songs, but a lot of this stuff is uncomfortably, overly happy. To say nothing of the (gasp!) novelty songs. Oh, they were abundant. Anyway, let's get this over with.


#10. "Short Shorts" Royal Teens - Spoilers if you didn't read my Worst Of 1961 list, but if you did, you may recall that I had a bit of a breakdown having to put a song written by Barry Mann on it. Well, this time, it's gonna be a major breakdown, because this song was written by Bob Gaudio. If you don't know who Bob Gaudio is, first, get out, and second, he wrote pretty much all the songs for Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons. In short, he's one of my favorite songwriters ever. But even the greatest can falter, and in my opinion, this is an oopsie. He did, after all, write it when he was like sixteen, so I can forgive a little. Although, if you feel bad for Bob because I put him on this list, don't. Thanks to selling it off for a certain commercial we all know, I think he's made more money off of this song than any of his others. And I still love him, regardless.

#9. "Sugartime" The McGuire Sisters - Do you know why we have an obesity problem in America? THIS is why! Okay, fine, they're talking about actual sugar. They're talking about...relations. If you know what I mean. Though they may deny it. It's just the way they had to do it in the 50's. Although, I kinda wish it really was about sugar, so that, five years later when Tab came along, we would have gotten an updated version called "Saccharin Time".

#8. "Catch a Falling Star" Perry Como - No, I do not want to catch a falling star and put it in my pocket. That sounds dangerous. Plus, I tend to have small pockets. Anyway, this song is lame.

#7. "Splish Splash" Bobby Darin - Sir, I'm very happy that you make time to take baths, but I do not need to know the details. Inappropriate. Stick to singing about other things, Bobby Darin. Like dream lovers, or knives names Mack, or the sea and all that lies beyond it.

#6. "The Book of Love" The Monotones - Who calls their group The Monotones, like it's a good thing? Sorry, I'm supposed to be judging the song, not the group. I don't like this song. It didn't help when I found out how they came up with it. I've been inspired by some strange things, but never a toothpaste commercial.

#5. "Tom Dooley" The Kingston Trio - Wait, did I say that music from this time was uncomfortably, overly happy? Okay, all of it was except this one. This song makes me wanna jump off a bridge, it's so depressing. According to my research, it's from a genre known as "sweetheart murder ballads". Which is apparently a thing that exists. Charming!

#4. "Kewpie Doll" Perry Como - Fire your agent, Perry Como. Okay, bad enough I have to hear about your weak date at the carnival. Bad enough you're comparing your girl to an inanimate object. But a kewpie doll? Really? Those things are evil. I mean, pretty much all dolls are evil, sure, but these ones have that look, like they're always being shady and plotting the demise of their owners. Mm-hmm.

#3. "Witch Doctor" Davis Seville - I love the Chipmunks. It's just sad that this is kind of where they began. I mean, as much as I'm not a fan of most 80's music, I'd rather hear those sped up voices singing something from that era than this. Plus, I doubt most parents want to explain to their kids what a witch doctor is.

#2. "The Purple People Eater" Sheb Wooley - I'm sorry. I thought hard drugs didn't hit the mainstream until the 60's. Apparently, I was wrong, because you'd have to be on something to come up with this. So, it's about an alien that comes to Earth looking to be in a rock band? Weird. The bad kind of weird. Now, a vampire rising from his grave to join a rock band? That works. What's up, Anne Rice?

#1. "Yakety Yak" The Coasters - This cannot be the same group that did the song "Down In Mexico". THAT song was awesome. THIS song is not. So, it's about a bratty kid being a brat and his parents saying "Shut it!" Which is fine, but what's with the nonsense title? Yet again. But putting those two ideas together isn't the worst thing about this. The legendary Jerry Lieber, who wrote this song, said that The Coasters were portraying "a white kid's view of a black person's conception of white society". Seriously? Look, I'm fine with adding some social commentary to a song, but to a song called "Yakety Yak"? Try again. At least, I know that both Lieber and The Coasters can do better. But this song? No, thank you.

And there you have my Worst Of picks for this year. Look, like I said, I enjoy a lot of the music from this era. They just happened to have quite a bit of down time. But what year doesn't?

Love and full moons,
Becky the Writer

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Top Ten Best Hit Songs of 1958

Greetings Pups,

So, I've done one of these lists for every decade at least once, but I never covered anything from the 50's. And since there were only two, possibly three, years from that decade with Year End Charts for Billboard, I just picked this one. This was tough, because, as much as I like music from this era, I had my work cut out for me finding the songs I didn't know. But mission accomplished. I found some really good ones from 1958, and here they are.

#10. "Born Too Late" The Poni-Tails - I can't be the only one who dealt with this, but when I was younger I never had crushes on guys my own age. Nope, always older, because my hormones hated me, it would seem. So, every time this song came on that compilation CD commercial, I would say, "This is my jam". Or whatever people said that was the equivalent to that when I was a kid.

#9. "Tears On My Pillow" Little Anthony and the Imperials - My, we've come a long way. Nowadays, tears/teardrops fall on guitars, back then, they fell on pillows. Well, they've gotta go somewhere. Anyway, I like this song. It's actually one of my favorites from the Grease soundtrack. Granted, that was the Sha Na Na version, but I say it still counts.

#8. "Tequila" The Champs - This song makes me think of Pee-Wee's Big Adventure. Next!

#7. "Peggy Sue" Buddy Holly & the Crickets - And here everyone thinks that nerdy guys being popular is a thing that this generation came up with. No, like I've said, no one invents anything new anymore. Kidding aside, Buddy Holly was pretty great, but, of course, there's always a bittersweet edge to his music, because we'll never know what could have been. No, we do know. He just would have gotten greater.

#6. "All I Have To Do Is Dream" The Everly Brothers - I've noticed that during certain years in music, things can get kind of samey sounding. So, in order to stand out, you really have to stand out. And easily, The Everly Brothers are one of my favorite artists of this time. Maybe of all time. And this is obviously one of their best known songs, again one of my favorites. But not my actual favorite. Stay tuned.

#5. "Fever" Peggy Lee - I've heard so many versions of this song. Some good, some bad, some that should completely not exist. You know who you are! But, let's be honest, Peggy Lee's version is the best. Anyone who can add a little edge to the music world in the 50's will get my vote every time.

#4. "All the Way" Frank Sinatra - Okay, truth time. The first time I heard this song was by way of a Celine Dion cover. What? It was the 90's. Everyone liked and listened to Celine Dion. Even if you didn't, you did. But whomever may be singing it, I really enjoy this song. Just because love songs are plentiful does not mean it's easy to write a good one. This is a good one.

#3. "Twilight Time" The Platters - Some groups have the kind of music that will always calm you down in the best possible way. The Platters are very good at this. Just lie back, sigh and enjoy. Also, SEE! Not everything with "Twilight" in the title is awful.

#2. "Do You Wanna Dance?" Bobby Freeman - Again, I know this song, mostly, because of the cover by The Beach Boys. It also didn't hurt that Dennis took the lead that time. But this version is fantastic, too. Considering my skill as a dancer, I rarely gravitate toward dancing songs. So, it takes something really special for me to want to hear one. It's okay, though. I dance on the inside. It's really best for everyone that way.

#1. "Devoted to You" The Everly Brothers - Oh, look at that. The Everly Brothers again. I told you guys I love them. And this song is actually my favorite of theirs. It's one of the most beautiful love songs I've ever heard, and it's from a time that, when people spoke of being devoted to someone else forever, I honestly believe them. Don't get much of that these days. I guess some things about the 50's weren't so bad, after all.

Oh, wait. Did I say that things weren't so bad in the 50's? I have a feeling I might change my mind about that tomorrow. Tune in again for my Worst Of list. Seriously, though, THESE 50's songs are great!

Love and full moons,
Becky the Writer


Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Annie (1982) - Movie Musical Review

Greetings Pups,

I know I've spoken a lot about appreciating things in your life, and how something unfortunate may have to happen in order so you do exactly that, but considering what I'm talking about today, it bears repeating. I recently visited some relatives, and they have a small child whose cinematic taste buds have yet to develop, as it happens. So, whilst I was there, she forced me to watch Annie - the 2014 remake. Spoilers, it was awful. But it sure did make me remember how much I liked the 80's version. So, let's talk about that one.

Annie is a 1982 film based on the Broadway musical of the same name which centers around the titular character, an orphan who longs for the day she will find her parents. I mean, do I really have to tell you the story of Annie? We all know it and love it. But for those of you who were deprived as children, I will continue to give you the highlights.

It begins in an orphanage full of children, which would normally make me say, "And I'm out!", but when you usher it in with a lovely song sung by Aileen Quinn, who plays Annie, I am actually in. Yes, red-headed Annie, sticking out like a sore thumb amongst a barrage of brunettes and maybe a couple of dirty blondes, sits in the window and sings her expected "I want" song that must be included in every musical. At this point, we begin to get introduced to some of the other girls, like tough and bossy, Pepper, the girl with the pigtails, the "Oh, my goodness" girl, and Molly, the one who I can't decide whether she is annoying or adorable. It just depends on the scene, I guess. Although, I have no idea why they're so upset. They get to live with Carol Burnett. Okay, fine, it's Carol Burnett as mean Miss Hannigan, but still. She's the best thing about this movie, bar none.

Of course, after some jail break shenanigans, a woman named Grace Farrell, played by Ann Reinking, shows up and chooses Annie to spend a week with Oliver Warbucks. He is played by Albert Finney, and is a billionaire...during the Great Depression. Wow, that's rude. Anyway, though he's not thrilled about it, miss Farrell convinces him to agree to the arrangement, in order to help his public image. Wait, so, celebrities doing insincere charity work to make themselves look good isn't a new thing? Crap, this generation hasn't invented anything! But aside from that, I don't know why Warbucks would have a problem with an orphan hanging around when his entire staff seems to break into song out of nowhere. I'd think that would be more intrusive. Oh, and Punjab. Just Punjab. Thank you, Geoffrey Holder for being awesome every second. And for convincing us that if we, too, drink 7Up, we can be just as cool as you. Allegedly.

Now, a boring movie would just let Annie enjoy her life with Warbucks, swimming in the indoor pool, going to movies where no one else is allowed in and meeting presidents, but, oh, no! We need some third act hijinks. And who better to give us that than Tim Curry and Bernadette Peters. Yeah, this thing just got cranked from a ten to an eleven. Okay, that's a bit generous. This film is not perfect, but I'll say it went from a seven to an eight and a half. That sounds fair. Point is, Burnett, Curry and Peters. Good times will be had by all. Right up until the end. Which I won't spoil for you. Unless I just did.

Okay, since this is a musical, I guess it's time to talk about the music. It's pretty darn good. A lot of classics from "Maybe" to "It's a Hard Knock Life" to, of course, "Tomorrow", which I think all came from the Broadway show. But as much as I like the music on its own, I absolutely adore the dancing, especially from Ann Reinking. I really hope that in some circles, somewhere, she is regarded as one of the greatest dancers of all time. I certainly think she is. So, even if you have issues with the non-musical aspects of this film, you'll probably be entertained by the rest of it.

So, even though I and many other people really like this movie, apparently, it had some mixed reviews. Very mixed. I don't know how many movies have gotten Academy Award nominations AND Razzie nominations, but this is one of them. Go figure. But who are you going to trust? Them or me? That's right. I guess it could be worse. It could have gotten Razzie noms and NOTHING from the Oscars, like Mommie Dearest criminally did, but that's a discussion for another day...that we will have!

Look, I know most people have already seen Annie, but if you haven't, go ahead and do it. It's very good, in my opinion, and it was part of my childhood. I sang and danced along, when no one was watching, of course, and I'm totally not being blinded by my nostalgia goggles. It's just a good movie. Show it to your kids. They'll appreciate you more. Or they'll want an elephant in the back yard. One or the other.

Love and full moons,
Becky the Writer

Thursday, August 13, 2015

Priorities

Greetings Pups,

So, there's this line from a song I remember about someone needing a health scare to reprioritize. I've known people who have done this, and it's not just health scares. It's anything tragic thing happening in one's life to make them appreciate that life. I've seen this so often, but I think I want to talk about how people prioritize things, not only in their own world, but how they let what goes on the big world affect them. Yeah, sorry, I'm doing one of my serious-ish posts today.

Now I do spend quite a bit of time on the internet and social media due to my work, and I have noticed something. People get upset about the oddest things. And by odd, I mean, by comparison. Would any of you ever say "Oh, no. I just broke my back, but what's really killing me is this paper cut"? No, you wouldn't, because you all are smart, I assume. You do read my work, after all. It just seems like so many people get incredibly worked up about things that they shouldn't, mostly because there are bigger things in the world with which to deal. Of course, it's fine to be upset about all of it, but how about we decide which deserves more of our tears and/or anger?

Look, I think we all know that the rest of world sees America in many different way. At worst, they hate us, and that worst will probably never change. But at this point, I feel like, at best, they think we're flat out ridiculous. I can't say I completely disagree with them in some cases. They see how much we have, then how much we complain, what we complain about, and it makes no sense to them. And it DOESN'T!

We are so incredibly blessed in this country, and many of us barely acknowledge that. Yes, I understand that if we look at individual situations, a lot of us struggle on a daily basis with so much legitimately difficult stuff and I would never undermine that. However, as a whole, we are blessed. So blessed, in fact, that it has faded into the background of our lives and has become unnoticeable. We are used to having it pretty darn good, so we need to find things to get upset about. To keep us feeling alive, I guess? I don't know.

The point is this. We need to think about what is really important and what is simply important-ish. If even that. And trust, I'm including myself in all this. I, too, can be guilty of blowing things out of proportion sometimes, but as I've grown, I've learned to be better about that. I try my best to not let some things get me down, because if I turn my head ever so slightly, I'll probably see a bigger issue that needs to be dealt with. One that, if I can help improve it, may help to improve even more things for everyone.

Like I said, I'm pointing this scolding at myself, as well, but I think we all need to decide where we focus our energy in order to make this insane world that we live in as good as it can be. Spread love and kindness and truth and help to those who really need it, and it will make your own days even better.

P.S. I'll try to be funny again next time.

Love and full moons,
Becky the Writer

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Project: ALF - TV Movie Review

Greetings Pups,

So, it's 2015, and we all know what that means - it's been 25 years since the ending of one of the greatest shows of the 80's, maybe of all time, ALF! In my opinion. Of course, to say it ended is not necessarily accurate. It just sort of...stopped. Yeah, I've seen characters just fall off of shows or movies, but this is one of the rare times when a show fell off of itself. And if you've seen the final episode of ALF, you'll know what I'm talking about. Spoilers, by the way. The last episode consisted of ALF about to be picked up via spaceship by some of his old Melmacian friends, but he is suddenly surrounded by the Alien Task Force and he is abandoned. And then, it ends. I think there may have been a "To Be Continued" credit, but we never really got a continuation. Or we didn't until six years later with the TV movie Project: ALF. And off we go.

Project: ALF aired in 1996, as a way to, I suppose, appease the fans that wanted to find out what happened to ALF, as well as the Tanner family. Yeah, that was some good exposition telling us what happened to the Tanners. They're not in the movie. At all. And that kind of sucks. But we do get ALF, of course, and it turns out that he has been held for those six years having tests run on him and being researched. Nothing too bad, though. In fact, he kind of runs this government facility the same way he ran the house he lived in for four years. Whether the people who were actually in charge approve of that or not. Honestly, the beginning, where ALF is interacting/annoying the workers is kind of the best part. We also find out that he colors his hair...fur...whatever. Burnt Sienna is his color off choice, by the way, in case you wanted to know for personal styling or makeover reasons.

Anyway, the plot revolves around the fact that the Alien Task Force wants to terminate the project that concerns ALF, which would include terminating the subject of said project. So, in order to save ALF's life, two officers, Major Melissa Hill and Captain Rick Mullican, played by Jensen Dagget and William O'Malley, pretty much kidnap him. Relax, it's for the greater good. Their plan is to take him to the home of a very rich man, named Dexter Moyers played by Miguel Ferrer. All the while, the Alien Task Force is on the search for them, led by Col. Gilbert Milfoil, played by - wait for it - Martin Sheen. No, I'm not kidding. And his character has this "tragic" backstory, which, as he tells it, I can't figure out if he's wanting us to take it seriously or if he's taking it seriously in a way that's supposed to be funny. I pray for the latter, which I think is really what they were going for. Anyway, hijinks ensue, but sadly, none that are as entertaining as the ones that we witnessed in the series. Not too bad, though. The end.

True, as a whole, there is not much to this movie. It certainly is not the ending that fans were hoping for. However, it does have its moments. As far as I can remember, anyway, since it's been a very long while since I've seen this. Also, the cast doesn't suck, by any means. Besides the people I mentioned, who were actually pretty good, it also has some great cameos from Beverly Archer, Charles Robinson, Ray Walston and Ed Begley, Jr. Good times, indeed.

So, if you are a fan of ALF, and if you can find this thing, I certainly won't discourage you from checking it out. Like I said, it's nowhere near what we wanted as a way for the series to end, but Project: ALF is...fine. I suppose. Nothing to jump up and down about, but you might get some enjoyment out of it. Honestly, I did.

And please tell me that I am not the only person on the internet celebrating the 25th anniversary of ALF's ending. Well, I guess next year is the 30th anniversary of when he first showed up. I wonder if anyone will do anything. Like, perhaps, a feature film for the big screen. Take it, Guillermo del Toro!

Love and full moons,
Becky the Writer

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Lost Soul: The Doomed Journey of Richard Stanley's Island of Dr. Moreau - Documentary Review

Greetings Pups,

I once heard someone say that a film about the making of 1996's The Island of Dr. Moreau would probably be a better movie than the actual movie. Well, thanks to Mr. Good Bad Flicks, I just heard about a documentary which is exactly that. And that is what I will be reviewing today.

Lost Soul: The Doomed Journey of Richard Stanley's Island of Dr. Moreau is a 2014 documentary that tells the behind the scenes story of the Dr. Moreau of '96, centering on the director that never actually got to direct it, Richard Stanley. Yeah, that's right. There was once someone who put much care and thought and passion into this production and maybe could have turned it into the great movie that this story deserves. Shocking to believe, I know, especially if you've seen the movie that we ended up getting.

Anyway, most of this documentary covers all the time that Stanley worked on the project, but it also shows what happened after he got fired...a few days into principal photography...for reasons that I can't fathom. It seemed that a lot of people who were working on the film enjoyed working with Stanley, particularly the actors, but he just got shoved aside and out of the picture, so to speak. Once that happens, we get to enjoy...well, "enjoy" hearing about all the shenanigans that occurred afterwards, when John Frankenheimer took over. Now I like Frankenheimer as a director, but apparently, not everyone is crazy about working with him. At least, not where The Island of Dr. Moreau was concerned. But whatever he did or didn't do, however he acted, it's kind of small potatoes compared to the havoc that Val Kilmer and Marlon Brando wreaked on the set.

Oh, where to begin? Honestly, I can't. These are stories you need to hear firsthand from those who witnessed it, especially Fairuza Balk. Yeah, she's got some good tales to tell. And it's just overwhelming how unprofessional some people were being, including the legendary, I guess, Brando. He couldn't even be bothered to learn his lines, for crying out loud, and the power plays between him and Kilmer were just insulting to everyone. It's like "Why are you even here?". I seriously feel bad for all those actors and otherwise who I'm sure, at first, wanted to be a part of a great film, but who eventually started saying, "Can we just go home already?". And that was just not fair to those people.

Look, I can't do this movie justice with anything I can say here, that's why this review is fairly short. If you've seen the 1996 film, The Island of Dr. Moreau, and you watched with much confusion as to what the crap was going on, this documentary is for you. Also, if you like witnessing how certain hot messes come to be, yeah, see this. By the way, since the '96 film, I've always thought that the story of Dr. Moreau is worth getting another chance cinematically. And seeing what could have been when a person with passion and respect for that source material is involved, I'm sure that it is possible for us to get something stellar out of this story. Whatever. Just watch this documentary. It's on the Netflix right now. You will be entertained.

Love and full moons,
Becky the Writer

Saturday, August 1, 2015

Not Another Happy Ending - Movie Review

Greetings Pups,

I remember hearing Alanis Morissette say in her Behind the Music that it was a surprise to her that she could be creative and write even when she wasn't miserable. And considering what made her famous, I can see why she felt that way. But, as a writer, I feel she's not alone. Many of us strive on our misery to turn it into creativity, which might make some of us think that super-happiness is a bump in the road to our finished product. Is it true or is it all in our heads? Well, that's the main theme of the movie Not Another Happy Ending, and here's my review of it.

Not Another Happy Ending is a 2013 film that stars Karen Gillan (calm down, Doctor Who fans!) as Jane Lockhart, a quirky young woman who is an aspiring writer. She meets a publisher, Tom, played by stan Weber, who gives her a two book deal. However, since he believes her novel, which is based on her tumultuous relationship with her father, needs some improvement, he agrees to work with her on it. During this time, Jane feels like she gets to know Tom quite well, but does she really?

After Jane's book is released and it becomes very successful, her relationship with Tom gets even more rocky than it was before. She starts a romance with a guy named Willie, played by Henry Ian Cusick, who is writing the screenplay for the movie adaptation of her book. Their relationship feels a bit forced and unnatural, but I think that was the point. I don't think we were ever supposed to root for them and we were supposed to question why they were together at all. But, for some reason, all of this apparently makes Jane very (gasp!) happy, which is making her unable to finish the second book she owes Tom. That, in turn, causes their professional relationship to extend farther than either of them want it to do so. And Jane is so close, being blocked by nothing more than that one last chapter. Yeah, I feel her pain. And we all wonder what, if anything or anyone, will get her to finish.

And that is basically what this film is about. It's not the most plot heavy movie I've ever seen, and that's fine. I actually like when it's more about the characters, and this one really is more about that. It's more about their own actions moving them along, rather than some outside source doing it. And I really do like the characters in this movie, for better or worse. I love Karen Gillan, and she is adorable as Jane, but also kind of feisty in her own way. Stan Weber, I had never heard of, and his character Tom is a little grating at times, but again, I think that's the point. Because he's not grating to the point where you completely hate him. It's just enough to be okay.

Besides our two mains and also Willie (I really like Henry Ian Cusick, BTW!), we get a lot of other great characters and actors. We get Gary Lewis as Jane's dad, Iain De Caestecker as Roddy, Tom's wacky friend, and Amy Manson as Darsie, the protagonist of Jane's book. Yes, they do go there, in a very Ruby Sparks kind of way, which is fine, because I love that movie. It's not exactly the same, though, so it's okay. But I think all of the secondary characters and actors fit into the story quite nicely.

So, I believe I will recommend Not Another Happy Ending, especially if you like rom-coms that are a little less overly happy. This is not a depressing movie, by any means, but it does have a few more moments of drama and high emotional content than most of your average rom-coms do. Perhaps, that's why I like it so much. You think you know how it will end, and, even if you're right, it gives you enough reasons to stop and say "Well, maybe not" so that you might get surprised a bit. It might not be the most intensely groundbreaking film ever, but, again, why does it have to be? Why can't it just be a charming little movie that one can sit down and enjoy easily? It can be, and it is.

Love and full moons,
Becky the Writer