This awful adaptation of the apparently awful book by Alice Sebold stars two of my favorite actors in Mark Wahlberg and Rachel Weisz. This hideous script and hideous execution of said script so wasted their admirable talents.Things I hated about the movie (spoiler alerts, galore!):
* Ridiculous "theology" of the in-between world, where people who have all been murdered by the same person apparently go until that person has been, um, not caught, but found out. As soon as they are found out, the murdered sisterhood gets to happily move on to heaven, full of rainbows and water and changing seasons and light. Yee haw.
* The ultra-annoying Saoirse Ronan, who is no less awful here than she was in her hideous Oscar-nominated Atonement.
* Mark Wahlberg, with his ultra-huge biceps, elevated sense of vengeance, and BASEBALL BAT, gets beaten up by an unsuspecting wimpy teenager trying to have sex in a cornfield. Yeah, that's realistic.
* Said wimpy teenager and his now-pregnant cornfield girlfriend are part of the ""lovely bones"" that followed in the wake of Saoirse's murder. Hey, the cornfield girlfriend may think his bones are lovely, but I think they're all just white trash.
* The unbelievably long haul of the leaded safe from Tucci's truck to the sinkpit. Uh, could that have been drawn out any longer? Couldn't the truck have been moved back about 20 yards? Wouldn't those thumps have been better used thumping the director's head? And with all that "suspense", Saoirse (in said leaded safe) still ends up unfound in the pit? UGH!
* Saoirse, instead of coming back to avenge the killer, came back to - seriously??? - kiss her boyfriend, via the mystic? And by boyfriend, I mean ""kid who she had one conversation with, once""???!!! UGH!
* Karma gets Tucci. Yay. Ugh, how hideous.
* Sister, in the only decent scene in the entire movie, breaks into Tucci's house to find the evidence. And she does - but only as Tucci comes into the house. But wait - instead of taking the evidence and running, she - seriously??? - turns the page in the book. Yes, killer is downstairs, but I'm gonna turn a couple more pages just to see what I've got. This is just an awful movie.
* Sister finally has the evidence back in her house, and lo and behold, mom is back home from a long-spent emotional sabbatical. So no, let's not call the police yet, let's not let everyone know the urgent evidence in my hand; let's have family time first. Oh. My. God. I really hate this movie.
* The Asian "murdered sisterhood" girl was almost as annoying as Saoirse.
* Also as annoying as Saoirse was the not-so-young couple who sat behind me and brought their INFANT to the theater. Yes, infant - the kid could not have been more than 2 months old. Cried, cooed, and stared at the way-too-much-stimulation-for-an-infant movie. Worse, the couple constantly TALKED (not whispered) to each other about how next to deal with their crying infant. After the movie, I considered running them over with my car, just to spare the child of the next 20 years of horror being raised by these rednecks.





