I saw The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones for one reason and one reason alone: Aidan Turner. Unsurprisingly, when all was said and done, Aidan as Luke Garroway was my favorite piece of the whole puzzle, though I will admit to enjoying many of the visuals, as well as Robert Sheehan’s turn as Simon Lewis.
And, well…Isn’t this embarrassing? Because there they are, my thoughts on a two hour movie, give or take ten minutes, summed up in two sentences. Pardon me for a moment while I muse on how pacing took this post’s incorporeal hand and jumped right out the window.
All right. I can scrape up a few more, bulleted-list style.
- I wasn’t a fan of Clare’s City of Bones and, having been less than impressed with that first book, opted not to continue with the series. Despite that, after all the books had been released I knew how the big plot points had resolved themselves, and, again, all of it left me feeling rather meh. Now, that’s just my very subjective reaction to the book, but it serves to hammer home the truth of my opening statement: I really did go and pay good money solely for the opportunity to see Aidan Turner on the big screen. (Worth it.) But listen to me, going on about him without giving you a proper visual. Tsk. At least that’s an oversight quickly remedied.
Feeling properly fortified? Me too. Onward.
- Book Clary frustrated me. Lily Collins’ Clary didn’t. As much.
- I’ve already admitted that the book didn’t work for me. Now for one of the reasons why: I couldn’t see around my own ambivalence about Jace. That non-feeling unfortunately rubbed off on Jamie Bower Campbell’s portrayal of the character.
- Rather than being intrigued by or curious about the drama surrounding Clary and Jace’s relationship, I was uninterested and not at all invested in them as a couple. What did that mean in terms of my movie experience? I watched everything else until I was forced to notice them doing together-like things. Did I mention that some of the visuals were really quite nice?
- Don’t get me started on the “greenhouse song.” Just…don’t. <shudder>
- Jonathan Rhys Meyers’ Valentine was over the top. Because I was utterly distracted by wanting to pluck the long, thin braid from the back of his head, I couldn’t tell you if that worked for or against him.
- I liked Lena Headey as Clary’s mom, Jocelyn, and Jemima West as Isabelle, and it would have been nice if both had been given more screen time.
Before we got to the theater, I prepped my companion by mentioning the movie’s less than stellar reviews. In her car, after, she told me she was glad to have had that knowledge because she adjusted her expectations accordingly and ended up enjoying it more than she anticipated. As for me, I’m certainly not sorry to have seen it, and the reason should by now be abundantly clear, but in case it’s not, kindly see below.
[Photos of Aidan Turner as Luke Garroway from TMICanda]