Saw Rent a couple days ago and absolutely loved it. I'm absolutely in love with the Angel charecter. She is too fabulous for words. Seriously. I'm so close to taking a photo to my hairdresser and saying I want her hair.
And these photos don't really do her justice.
The story was good. Some of the music was less than breathtaking, but the feel was right. I've seen it get alot of bad reviews, but the complaints are always dumb. The sets are bland -- Any exceptionally eye catchy setting wouldn't feel right. They aren't living in a trendy artist's district. They're living in a grungy artist's district. The movie isn't timely. That's true. It's more nostalgic, but it's also issues such as death and being yourself that are timeless. It isn't as good as om stage. That's like saying Harry Potter isn't as good as the book. You can't compare across mediums. Some things just don't translate. This is why I don't follow reviews. People are dumb.
I think that it did a really good job of spotlighting issues like friendship. It also spotlighted living in a sort of outcast society very well. What it's like to be the freaks, and how they're really normal too. I'm sure part of my love for it is pure nostalgia. The fact that the charecters are pretty close to my generation and my kind of people. It's really nice to identify to that level.
After the movie I fed my nostalgia with a trip to coffee at Shari's. When I was having a cigarette and waiting for everyone to do the post movie bathroom break there was another girl out front crying. I asked her if she was OK, figuring that the movie had touched on something. It turns out that she had just found out that a friend of hers had died in a car wreck, an hour beforehand. She seemed to be handling it well, crying, but not out of control. I wished her well and herded my group of happy friends away from her to the car.