I wanted to watch “Beautiful Creatures” last Friday with a friend. Unfortunately, it has already been pulled off the theaters. This movie has been promoted as the next magical thing, the next Twilight, but it got crushed by Bruce Willis’ “And A Good Day to Die Hard” and “Safe Haven.”
Trapped at home this weekend with a bad case of intestinal flu, I did the next best thing (which is perfectly better than doing laundry).
I read “Beautiful Creatures.”
I literally devoured the book. It was actually written better than the books about glittering pale vampires and hard-rock-abbed werewolves (oops, my opinion).
It is about “casters” which is a new name for “witches”, featuring a fifteen-year old girl who will be “claimed” when she turns sixteen. Most casters choose to be “light” or “dark” during the claiming. A family curse, though, won’t leave her a choice. She will either be light or dark.
I wanted to see the movie really bad after reading, although I have read that the big-screen version differed significantly from the novel.
Still, it looks like a visually delightful movie.
Everyone of them looks pretty.