The Time Traveller's Wife Owes Me Two Hours Of My Life

I went reluctantly to see a movie I assumed would be predictable and cheesey. I should've gone with my gut feeling. Though I adore both Rachel McAdams and Eric Bana, I knew (even though I didn't read the book) that someone was gonna die and that her character was going to undergo some kind of struggle. Besides that, I thought the plot was too far-fetched and yanking to the emotions.

I'm convinced the movie sucked for one of two things, either: 1) The movie was unable to capture all of the parts of the book that made it fantastic, or 2) the book sucked too. Sappiness always sells, though, especially for the tender at heart, me not being one of them. I like to fall in love with my characters, and feel like I can identify with them, and I just didn't in this one. I felt like I got an overview of a story, instead of riding the emotion with them. So regardless of whether the movie effectively depicted the book or not, the overall feel of the movie was intangible and busy. Bana and McAdams were fine, the editing was amazing for being able to condense so much in two hours, but in the end, I felt cheated, like I was missing too much of the emotion I could've got, had I read the book.

The only way I'd recommend you watching this movie is if you were promised two hours back of time travel after watching it.