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Here's the revelation: Miley Cyrus is a really interesting movie star in the making, with an intriguing echo-of-foghorn speaking voice, and a scuffed-up tomboyish physicality (in the Kristen Stewart mode) that sets her apart from daintier girls.
It's like Dante and Beatrice all over again, with the Georgia coast standing in for Paradise.
Sadly, without a single note of originality, Last Song is an awfully long and tiresome tune.
The movie moves Ms. Cyrus from where she was to more or less where she and her handlers wanted to be, and Mr. Kinnear's musician father, Steve, adds a generous measure of grace.
So bad it makes The Notebook look like Casablanca.
Years on the Hannah Montana TV series have not adequately prepared Miley Cyrus for screen acting, even in a vehicle as unchallenging as this adaptation of a Nicholas Sparks novel.
The latest in a growing number of weepy films based on Nicholas Sparks novels that don't come anywhere close to The Notebook.
This film is kind of a brilliant move on the part of the Cyrus Corporation.
How do I find thee ridiculous, The Last Song? Let me count the ways...[Blu-ray]
As a vehicle to extend the Miley Cyrus $$$billion$$$ dollar phenomenon of pre-teen fandom into a young adult starlet of seventeen, no production value was denied. But it ain't this year's discovery!
A melodrama that's aimed at teen girls, but the cinematography and performances make it palatable for others as well--if you don't mind someone toying with your emotions.
full review at Movies for the Masses
This is piano-key-tinkling melodrama that pulls out just about every cliché in the book.
An obvious bid for the teen queen to extend beyond her comfort zone only to then clearly show her limits and need for further development.
As Nicholas Sparks adaptations go, this one's both endearingly join-the-dots and surprisingly un-crass.
Novelist Sparks turns screenwriter with this film, which combines his usual themes (beaches, grieving teens, cancer) as a vehicle for Cyrus to put her childhood career behind her. It's exactly what we expect, but it's also fairly watchable.
Peddles banal truisms ("Love is fragile, and we're not always the best caretakers!") as if they're freshly minted.
The Georgia locations are handsome and the people are pretty but any resemblance to real life is purely coincidental.
Miley Cyrus makes a pathetic attempt to demonstrate her non-existent dramatic skills in this latest Nicholas Sparks-penned story.
The "last song"? In all conscience, that should really have been Billy Ray's Achy Breaky Heart in a brooding minor key. You'll feel the ache and hear the break.
Disney starlet Miley Cyrus becomes an early contender for worst actress of the decade in this painful attempt at a romantic tear-jerker.
While it's quite watchable, The Last Song doesn't feel like a film that's been made so much as assembled from standard teen movie clichés.
Honest and disarming, although with the obligatory Sparks pathos.
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