If you, like me, had a strong sense of déjà vu watching the first 15 minutes of this film, you'll know that the feeling of being a crazy person isn't unwarranted. Because
I'm one of three people in the US who didn't read The Lovely Bones. I've also never read a Dan Brown book, done the Macarena or seen field hockey being played. The last
Wow, I mean, wow. Never have I seen a poorer imitation of decent filmmaking. Why try to make a Wes Anderson movie when you're obviously not him? Hiring Jason Schwartzman
