
Title: Awake
Director: Joby Harold
Starring: Jessica Alba, Hayden Christensen, Terrence Howard
Runtime: 84 minutes
Year: 2007
Source: In Threater
I'm a movie threater junkie, I tend to go about once a week either to see some new cartoon movie or a horror if I'm lucky [FYI: I only tend to like horror or cartoons, no romantic comedies for this gal]. I'm just down for the big screen. When we got there this weekend and were late for
Hitman we decided on seeing
Awake simply off the movie poster [and that Jessica Alba is a total fox].
I went into this mess without even a heads up to what I was getting myself into.
The movie starts out pretty typical, a young couple in love and in lust with some hot sexin'. Yesss. I think I even say 'aww' a little bit, but don't tell anyone. We then realize Mr. Rich Boy is just that, loaded to the tits with family money and little Miss. City Girl is his mommy's personal assistant. Oh to be young in love ... and hiding it from the world. Gag.
We then find out Mr. Rich Boy doesn't dare tell his overbaring mother that he's dating Miss City Girl, let alone that they are planning to wed. Oh, and this kid has some heart issue, on the verge of death if he doesn't find a heart transplant soon.
When Mr. Rich Boy finally finds his balls and comes clean about his engagement, he decides to rush off that night to get married. Uh, you really showed her, momma's boy! And get this- while on his way to consummate his marriage he gets the call! A heart donor has been found! Rush to the hospital- save yo' self!
Woah, talk about a night. You finally cut the umbilical cord from mommy dearest and confess your love for the poor ol' girl from Brooklyn, rush off and elope, and
then your life is saved all in one night? Talk about a story for the grandkids.
Oh, but it only gets better.
His mommy is there, of course, with some big shot fancy pants heart doctor on his way to being Surgeon General offering his services. But no, Mr. Rich Boy must get Dr. Second Rate, a man that once saved his life and has since become his fishing buddy to perform his operation. Fast forward all the unneeded tears and you have Mr. Rich Boy laying out on a slab in what could quite possibly be the most cheap looking operating room in movie history. Dr. Drunken Second Rate administers the general anesthesia but... he must of drove into the scotch a little early, as he totally fails and ohhh the suspence! Mr. Rich Boy is paralyzed, unable to move--- but fully awake and aware! He's experiencing the directors version of anesthesia awareness.
While feeling the whole operation [cutting him open, breaking his ribs, blah blah blah] he hears his trusted friend and doctor talking about killing him! Imagine that! Mr. Four Malpractise suits in killing Mr. Rich Boy!
It just continues to go down from there and the next 30 or so minutes are a little to predictable, but hey, plenty of laughs were to be had [although, I don't think that's the angle the director was going for].
I don't recommend this movie, not even a little bit. But if you want to see some killer Alba side boob, rent it when it hits the DVD shelves.
j.