
June 10, 2010
The Last Song
Originally published on metropolis.co.jp on June 2010 OK, I wasn’t looking for art going in to this Disney package adapted from a weepie by Nicholas Sparks (who—gag—considers himself a better writer than Cormac McCarthy!) and starring Miley Cyrus (don’t toss that blonde wig just yet, hon), but I didn’t expect anything this toxic. Or so […]
By Metropolis
Originally published on metropolis.co.jp on June 2010

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OK, I wasn’t looking for art going in to this Disney package adapted from a weepie by Nicholas Sparks (who—gag—considers himself a better writer than Cormac McCarthy!) and starring Miley Cyrus (don’t toss that blonde wig just yet, hon), but I didn’t expect anything this toxic. Or so badly out of tune. Miley is a disaffected 17-year-old sulking about her parents’ divorce, visiting her dad (an overqualified Greg Kinnear) on Georgia’s Tybee Island. Meets a hunky guy, learns life lessons, etc. The only suspense is who’s going to get the cancer. Say something nice, Don: she’s better than Britney.