Runaway Review

The Runaways, starring Kristen Stewart and Dakota Fanning was a dark adventure through a past world of sex, drugs, and rock and roll, also known as the mid seventies.. Fanning plays Cherie Currie, a cookie cutter daughter turned rebel without a cause after meeting Joan Jett (Stewart), a badass wannabe rock star trying to make it big. In this film by Floria Sigismondi we see a truly uncensored world that had been stuck in the past, until brought to life again on the silver screen.
What was not as exciting as our glimpse back into grungy hotel rooms and teen angst at its finest, was the acting. Although Stewart surprising played a believable Joan Jett, Fanning fell short as a troubled youth. With lack of emotion and even facial expression in the film, we are forced to think maybe she hit her peak back when she was twelve. Fanning’s performance, although unlike any character she has played before, fell short on the acting scale, and brought back memories of her in fluffy meaningless film such as The Cat in the Hat and Uptown Girls. She is coded too innocent to play Cherie Currie and the audience is forced to try and cope with this miss-cast role.
Stewart on the other hand, has her role of Joan Jett to a T. She embarks on a journey of drugs, sex, and a plunge into adulthood, all before she is seventeen. She plays a believable part in the Runaways, adding something to the movie to shadow out Fanning’s role. This movie really made Stewart stand out as more than just a teeny-bopper vampire-lover, and could be the push she needed to break out into something no one is prepared for.

Hmmm...

Something that I have always been passionate about it writing. Whether it is poetry, short stories, longer stories, or plays, I have always loved it. I decided that when our assignment was to write about ANYTHING on our blog, I figured it was a good opportunity to write a poem. I was sitting in Starbucks when I got out of work the other day, and just started writing. This is what I came up with. Any feedback would be great!


Dodging Shadows

She faded softly into his film:
Winding softly, stroking pigments.
A character in his indie film,
Named Skye or Fallon,
Or some other name that she wished
She could call her own.
Her untamed nature set fire to the tin house.
Angsty youth at its finest.
Her tangled hair twists like twined bodies
Enveloped in ardor.
Loose curls loose hands loose hearts.
Bronzed porcelain skin against inked dynastic memories,
She is lost in a black and white silence.
Burning alone amongst stars she breathes
Him in, hoping to enthrall her being with a
Vibrance of meaning.
A thread of vivacity.
Anything to make her exhale.
She is an autumn day shedding leaves to be reborn.
She is a walking cancer,
She is his emotional downfall.
She wants to be called home,
But tonight
No one will answer the door.