Keira Knightley has such a talent for making me like her characters less every time. I didn’t like this book when I first read it my sophomore year, I didn’t like it the time I read it my junior year, and I suppose I still don’t find its meaning, but the movie was aesthetically pleasing. I always feel so horridly pretentious when I feel like I would very much love to live in a pretty world as the characters do, completely disregarding the actuality of their situations (um, you know, the fact that they’re all meant to die before they’re thirty, and all). Whoever was in charge of costume design is a genius and I’d like to hang out with them one afternoon or two.
Congratulations to Andrew Garfield for his face, and his ability to dress himself in real life as he does in this film.
