If nothing else can be said about Nicholas Sparks films, they're usually reasonably pretty, with this film being no exception, or at least not at moments, as averageness looms over most moments in John Lindley's and the great Seamus McGarvey's photographic efforts, which nevertheless still have their moments - ostensibly when Lindley steps aside and lets, McGarvey, the better cinematographer, really get things done - of tasteful coloring, or at least fine framing that gives you a fine view of this film's environment, which may very well be more commendable than this film's cinematography. Oh no, wait, I'm sorry, this is just Chris Hemsworth's less handsome and less talented brother, Liam (Granted, he's more charming and flawless with an American accent than they say, but he's still not as cool as his brother), which isn't to say that Chris could do much to help this film achieve decency, which can't even be saved by what few commendable notes there are in this mediocre effort. I'm sorry if this sounds lame, but where Cyrus is juggling her secret Hanna Montana alter ego, Thor here keeps getting tossed back and forth between Earth and Asgard. Hey, at least something reasonably commendable came out of this production, and that is, of course, Miley Cyrus getting a future husband (Seriously, how long have they been engaged now?) who is just perfect for her, what with his being someone who could understand being stuck between two worlds. Man, Cyrus is ripping off Gwen Stefani's looks nowadays, Kristen Stewart's facial expressions for this film, and has been ripping off any given generic, female neo-pop, neo-rock, neo-country or neo-whatever musician since her career began, so maybe she just needs to get better influences, or at least get in better films, because, yeah, this film isn't really working all that well. 'I can't believe you love me, I never thought you'd come! I guess I misjudged love between a father and his son!' Man, the '90s was a mediocre decade, but the veterans still had some good tunes, at least early on, so here's to Elton John, and here's to this at least being one of Miley Cyrus' last songs, or, if you will, projects (I said about a film that came out three years ago and has since been followed by further expansion in Cyrus' overblown career), because, seriously, I can't take much more of this girl, even if she is starting to look pretty good, at least when she's not pulling a Kristen Stewart-style scowl, like the one she has throughout every third scene of this film.

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