Forgetting the Girl (2012)

I wanted to but couldn't!

everything you have heard about this movie is true.

Absolutely the worst movie.

Absolutely Fantastic

I've seen a lot of negative reviews for this movie (as well as positive ones), and I suppose I can see why some people might not like it or find it offensive. After all, it's basically a character study of a serial killer, and in a way it almost asks viewers to be sympathetic towards our protagonist, Kevin Wolfe, who has a serious problem with women.Going in to the movie I had an idea that Kevin had some issues with females, but what that issue was wasn't clear until at least the halfway mark. Up to that point, we watch what seems on the outside to be a well-meaning albeit awkward man attempt to relate to various women only to be rejected. Something I an most men can relate to at some point in time. It's only later in the film that we start to realize that clearly something is very wrong with Kevin.Forgetting the Girl is an odd movie because despite the subject matter, it is not at all a horror movie or a thriller, but instead a drama, and almost something of a 'reverse' love story. Don't get me wrong, it's a dark drama for sure, but this isn't your typical game of cat and mouse that you see in movies like Se7en or Along Came A Spider.The acting and cinematography for this film was beautifully executed. Christopher Denham plays an excellent psychopath, the key being that he seems so perfectly normal, and even nice. Though not for everyone, I really enjoyed this movie, and would highly recommend it if you're into the dark stuff.

Forgetting the girl is a provocative well paced movie. It delves inside the mind of a man who is extremely mentally ill. Some would call the movie sick & twisted. But, this is a movie that shows light upon dark subject matter that as much as we would like to deny exists, does. For a somber subject such as death, it has a cavalier & carefree tone. It attempted to misdirect viewers by offering three plausible killers. I felt it was clear what type of surprise the audience was in for & it was just a question of when it would happen. Anna Camp & Elizabeth Rice were gorgeous additions to the leading cast. I felt neutral about the leading male, as almost any actor could have played the role, and perhaps elevate the movie's rating.It is rated AO which I assume stands for adults only, and I agree due to the subject matter. Only mature adults should see some of the scenes because you simply don't want to put some of the imagery inside a mind not fully formed or otherwise impressionable. It is not gruesome or gory and that makes it different from most serial killer movies about the true crime genre. This is a fictional story. If you enjoy getting inside the minds of the mentally ill or psychotic, this movie is for you. If you want a horror movie with blood and gore or a movie with a message or one that entertains it is not. I rate it 6/10 stars because it was different in tone than others in the genre & it's pace kept my attention. Had Rice & Camp not been cast, I would rate it a 3/10. My feeling at the end is melancholy. Knox D. Alford, III

This film takes the viewer on a journey through the psyche of a bewildered man in his youth, who's inherent desire, not unlike those which we all experience, for human compassion, emotional connection, and acceptance of loss and denial, begin to drastically affect not only his life, but the lives of the people in which he befriends and confides in. Forgetting the Girl, seems to float within a realm of "non-genre", although that is not to say that the narrative isn't being represented in such a way that the viewer cannot discern the stories purpose, but that it plays between the boundary lines of a pseudo romance, drama, thriller and horror at the same time and achieves this with ease and an apparent show of skill and cinematic knowledge. This film is filled with moments that will draw you in, grab your attention, and then within the span of a few frames, completely throw that all of out the window, leave you with your hands over your head, eyes glued to the screen ,cringing, but all the while wanting to do it all over again. The beauty of a film like this is that it allows the audience to ask questions not only of themselves but the characters and the story as well as their expectations and interpretations of how things will play out, and it has done so with purpose. Highly recommended. Check it out and enjoy.

"Forgetting the Girl" is one of those movies that sticks with you long after the credits roll. Not an easy feat, but one that I consider essential for a film in order to remember it, discuss it to death, and even dream about it. Yes, I dreamt about this movie long after I saw it, the visceral images and suspenseful storyline lingering in my mind many a night. Kudos to director Nate Taylor and writer Peter Moore Smith for fashioning a totally original story in this day and age of cookie-cutter flicks.The film starts out as a slightly rom-com look at the life of a New York-based headshot photographer named Kevin (played by the eerie Christopher Denham in a remarkable tour-de-force). Always searching for the perfect girl, perhaps one to take the place of his sister, Kevin asks every photography subject out on a date to mostly awkward results. His lovelorn assistant Jamie, a tough-looking goth girl with her own serious issues portrayed by the extraordinary Lindsay Beamish with a perpetual wounded look in her eyes, will do anything to make Kevin her own, even though she doesn't seem to exist in his eyes. All that changes when one of Kevin's dates goes missing. What follows is a labyrinth of twists and turns that slowly turn into something more powerful and psychologically disturbing than one would expect. In fact, it left me breathless. To give any more plot points away would be a crime, but you can call me guilty of loving this movie."Forgetting the Girl" is one of those singular movies that challenges the viewer to give up all expectations of the norm, forcing one to dive headfirst into the mind of a very complex character. I, for one, was swept away.