Yaripk presents the Movie Of Hollywood”The Longest Ride” Directed by George Tillman, Jr. Starring Britt Robertson Scott Eastwood Jack Huston Oona Chaplin Alan Alda Melissa Benoist Lolita Davidovich Gloria Reuben in lead roles exclusively on YariPk.
The Longest Ride 2015 Full Movie
The Longest Ride 2015 Full Movie
The Longest Ride is a 2015 American romantic drama film directed by George Tillman, Jr. and written by Craig Bolotin. Based on Nicholas Sparks’ 2013 novel of the same name, the film stars Britt Robertson, Scott Eastwood, Jack Huston, Oona Chaplin, Alan Alda, Melissa Benoist, Lolita Davidovich, and Gloria Reuben. The film was released on April 10, 2015, by 20th Century Fox.
The Longest Ride
rom an economics point of view, it makes sense. Why sit through only one boring melodrama when you can watch two for the same price? The Longest Ride, the 10th feature-length adaptation of a Nicholas Sparksbeach read (The Notebook, Nights in Rodanthe) makes the unusual and, in this case, unfortunate decision to smash two wildly different tales together in the hope that some sort of universal lesson can be drawn from the juxtaposition. On one side we’ve got a modern (well, a Sparks version of modern) romance about a college girl falling in love with a professional bull rider. Through shoehorned flashback, we learn about a local, kindhearted second world war vet and his marriage to an intellectual Austrian refugee. Unlike the old US television commercials shilling Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, these are not two great tastes that taste great together. It’s more like trying to force a mashup between Kenny Chesney and Arnold Schoenberg.
“There’s a difference between rodeo and bull riding!” explains Sophia’s sorority sisters as they slip on their shit-kickers and grab a Bud Light. While one might ask what entertainment could possibly be found in observing the torment of large, dangerous animals, The Longest Ride makes it clear in its numerous, well-lit closeups of belt buckles. “Not just guys. The hottest guys!” Sophia’s originally from New Jersey, though Britt Robertson is just as blond and tank-topped as her giddy roommates at Winston-Salem’s Wake Forest University. So when nationally ranked rider Luke Collins’ hat flies into her hands, it’s no surprise he tells her to keep it. (I forget what she says back, I was absolutely lost in Scott “fils de Clint” Eastwood’s dreamy, pale blue eyes.)
Luke, an old-fashioned gentleman who calls rather than texts, eventually takes Sophia on a date – a barbecue picnic by a lake that the North Carolina tourism board ought to take kindly to. But, despite their attraction, they know the romance is going nowhere. She’s about to graduate and head up to New York to work in an art gallery. She might as well say she’s going to spend the summer burning American flags.
After the date, they find a crashed vehicle. In it is Ira (Alan Alda), not looking too well. At the hospital, Sophia decides to violate federal laws and read Ira’s mail. The story of his life is slowly, slowly teased out through this preposterous epistolary conceit. Basically, he was wounded in the war and couldn’t have children, but he and his wife (Oona Chaplin), who always wanted children, found happiness through compromise. (Much of this happiness stemmed from taking drives to North Carolina’s famed Black Mountain College and buying paintings – which isn’t exactly a good moral statement about the ephemeral nature of material goods, but maybe there’s some honesty to this.)
The story from mid-century (with Jack Huston as the young Ira) is set in Greensboro, North Carolina, but is a Disneyland fantasy. There’s hardly an acknowledgement of our couple’s Jewish heritage in a largely non-Jewish community, which might have been interesting. But, sorry, it’s back to the buckin’ chute.
Luke, you see, was on a career path to be the best (always, the best) but an evil bull named Rango (He gets closeups! Look at his eyes! Pure evil!) nearly killed him a year ago. He spent days in a coma and everyone sane in Luke’s life (his mom, mostly) is begging him to hang up the spurs. Naturally, he won’t. He’s got to be the best. And that means one final ride (the longest ride?) against Rango, even if the doctors warn he may never walk again.
Far be it from me to spoil a movie in a review, but The Longest Ride is such junk that I don’t care. Much to my chagrin, Luke, in the lead as 2015’s top cinematic narcissistic asshole, doesn’t, in fact, sever his spine. His idiotic machismo gets him the trophy and, even worse, the girl. This is after she dumps him for refusing to give up his idiotic career. Why, you ask? Well, listen, I could only imagine what kind of moves a fella like Luke has when the lights are low. You should see the way those bulls knock ya around.
Fans (or perhaps victims is a better term) of Nicholas Sparks films know that they’re never complete without a wholly unpredictable twist at the end. I’m still reeling from Safe Haven, in which it is revealed that one of the major characters was actually a ghost. The Longest Ride has one, too, and it elicited chuckles from the crowd, but it’s of a fairly benign Scooby Doo quality. This is the film’s grossest crime. It’s dumb, it’s long, it’s dull, but it isn’t quite bad enough to be camp.
• The Longest Ride opens in Australia on 9 April, the US on 10 April and the UK on 19 June