Oh, Zachary

So me and my friend saw The Life and Death of Charlie St. Cloud, using Orange Wednesday and all (the ticket was £2.80, freakin' £2.80!).

For me it felt as if I knew everything about this movie already, having gone to the premiere and watched the trailer 9576 times on repeat on the big screen there. But as a steadfast Efron supporter (note support-er!) I wouldn't think for one second of not seeing the movie.
All in all we see Efron in a deeper and mature role as Charlie St Cloud, the golden sailor boy with his whole future planned out (hello Stanford yo!). However, his whole world falls over board when he gets into a car accident killing his younger brother, Sam. As a sign of his incapability of forgiving himself he sees Sam (in spirit-memory shape). Charlie makes a promise to see him every day at sunset.

I knew this was a major bawl movie (I cried just seeing the trailer for the 1st time, ok?!) so I was warned and prepared..or so I thought. Although Zac does the happy, dancing teen role so well I must say he almost does the broken, remorseful brother even better. It was heartbreaking really.

But I have to say other than the gripping beginning there wasn't much to the movie. It was bland and fairly predictable. The only thing that kept the movie somehow interesting was the guessing game of whether Charlie really was seeing his brother or if he was a complete nutjob.
Apart from Zac I also thought Augustus Prew did a really good job as Charlie's wacky British slash Australian friend.

Cheers,
Tiffany Phan

..and then I saw Zac Efron

Me: I saw Zac today.
Sis: WAS HE WONDERFUL?!

There goes my movie premiere virginity to Charlie St. Cloud. I went to Leicester square around 3 o'clock (the actual thing starts around 6) and full preparation for the premiere were at large. As I walked around to figure out the best places I was really surpised to see so many old people (26 plus) , people who have camped (yup, sleeping bag and everything) and so many....men.

Since there were still some good places on the other side I decided to take a turn around Chinatown. I returned with some snacks and were ready to wait those 2 hours for Mr Efron. I chose a place vertically overlooking the red (but blue) carpet.


I sat down against the barricades and started reading a book I'd brought. People started to fill up as the clock drew nearer to 6. I was half frozen when the "celebrities" finally arrived. Lucky me, we stood right were their car pulled up, so we were the first ones to see who it was in the cars. A few kids who apparently were really famous British TV stars were the first to come. After a few nobodies Anna freaking Popplewell came out of a cab a half meter from where I stood. It was my Narnia period all voer again, my heart was pounding so fast.

Not long there after comes Mr Efron himself and the crowd goes nuts. They were all "Zaaaa--aaahhhhh--ac!!!!"
Rather than screaming "We want Zac!" (Yup, he's a piece of meat alright) every other minute I was really jealous of the random people that were invited to the premiere. And I decided that one day, one day I'm going to be one of those having a ticket and walk down the red carpet. You know, you gotta have dreams. ;)

Toodles,
Tiffany