Nim's Island

I took my son to see Nim's Island on the weekend. It was fun, despite some silly plot contrivances, and I had a few good laughs. Jodie Foster did a good job with the physical comedy and I liked the young girl in it, Abigail Breslin (I think that's her name.)

Just for the record, I'm not a huge Jodie Foster fan and unlike most lesbians, don't find her that attractive. I know, I'm a bad lesbian. I don't like Martina either. Sue me. I liked Jodie Foster better when she was chubby, which was about 20 years ago. Somewhere around the time she did "Nell" she lost a ton of weight and I lost interest. Whadevah. Back to the movie.

It was fun and I did enjoy Foster's character, a neurotic fiction writer who lives alone in a funky apartment. Her creative process is very similar to mine. Yes, I can relate. I'm not quite that neurotic and my apartment is not quite as funky. But still.

The ending of the movie was kind of odd. It seemed rushed and non-cohesive (Did she finish the book? What about the volcano? What happens to her alter-ego Alex Rover?) I guess we're not supposed to care as long as she gets laid.