Another Miss from "The Jaw"

Why do I continue to hire out films with Keira Knightley's jaw in them?

The Edge of Love is a film to avoid.

My love (or lack thereof) of Keira and her great hawking jaw has been documented already. And her lower face once again takes up way too much space on the celluloid in this flick. Seriously, I am surprised it doesn't have its own gravitational pull. It totally detracts from any acting she may or may not be doing, and it is exacerbated entirely when there is shiny red lippy splashed about. Does NOTHING to distract.

The incredibly beige Sienna Miller has never pushed my buttons at all. Every time I see her in a magazine, I think "who is that vaguely pretty girl wearing that rediculous outfit?". I have never seen a film of hers where I found her the least bit engaging or believable.

And this one was no exception.

Why, you may ask, would I waste my one weekend I've had at home, not working, in AGES, on a mediocre period film that is trying to cash in on Atonement (down to the walking through the waves, KK hand in hand with a dishy boy). With terrible Welsh accents. (Such a great fun accent. So easy to do badly...).

I scoffed at the case and cover. Until I saw the words CILLIAN MURPHY.

This pale eyed Irish specimen, of barley shaking, zombie chasing (or chased) fame is usually enough for me to fall into instant raptures. And maybe it is just because didn't get nearly enough screen time, but he couldn't save this film for me.

No amount of artsy cutting together of moody tube singing, or splicing in Dylan Thomas poetry, or snide hints at lesbianism between Sienna and KK (WAY too much cheek touching to be a hetero friendship, really) could make me enjoy this flick.