Is there life after Twilight? Kristen Stewart makes a decent case in The Runaways. Now Rob Pattinson, her vamp lover, trades fantasy for reality in Remember Me. (Peter Travers reviews Remember Me in his weekly video podcast, "At the Movies With Peter Travers.") As Tyler, a New York college boy, the brooding RPatz doesn’t bite. But his movie does. It’s crudely written by Will Fetters and directed by Allen Coulter of The Sopranos (WTF?) as a love story between Tyler and Ally (Lost’s Emilie de Ravin), both with daddy issues. His (Pierce Brosnan) rules Wall Street, hers (Chris Cooper) is a cop. It’s all weepy drool until the twist ending, which turns it shockingly offensive.
I can't even front, I very much disagree. I was pleased with not only Pattinson's performance but the film as well. I felt as though I could relate to the protagonist, which provided me a special connection with this movie. I even saw it twice. So Rolling Stone, sorry but maybe you need to watch again to appreciate. ;)
