In high school, I read the book “Every Day” by David Levithan (2012).
Being a hopeless romantic and a huge John Green fan, I enjoyed every page of the novel, which revolves around a character — named A — who wakes up in a different body every day, never the same person twice and always in love with the same girl, Rhiannon.
Not only is Rhiannon an awesome name, but the concept is really intriguing.
It made me, a very conservative individual, really reconsider the topic of love.
I was excited when I heard that the book was to be made into a movie, and nervous as to how it would turn out.
I dragged my boyfriend along on Saturday morning and sat with hesitant expectation as the theater turned dim and the opening credits rolled.
After about an hour and a half, the lights came back on and I was relatively unmoved by what I had just seen.
Maybe it’s the fact that I had read the book first, or maybe I’ve just seen incredible “chick flicks” in my time, but this one didn’t quite hit the mark.
I wanted to like it, I really did, but I was left feeling kind of unimpressed.
The acting wasn’t great overall (and with a premise like this, a lot of acting was required, so it was likely that some of the talent wasn’t actually going to be all that talented) and the storyline moved way too fast.
One moment, A was in Rhiannon’s boyfriend’s body and then next he was a complete stranger, falling in love with her.
I think the filmmaker spent a bit too much time on the concept of “always waking up as a different person” rather than the actual love story itself.
But perhaps I’m being too harsh.
The most surprising thing about the movie?
My boyfriend loved it.