I went to see the Lovely Bones already knowing that I wouldn’t like it, because I loved the book so much, and sure enough, my premonitions were correct, I did not love it.  Things were sort of weird and brushed overand not nearly as powerful as the book (but can they ever be?) Instead, the movie pivots around the pretty face of its star, the irish? actress who plays murdered Susie Salmon. The movie itself seemed to be an exploration of how freakishly lovely she is, and how weirdly angelic she can be with echoey voice and quiet tears, without even changing clothes (because, well, she is the Dead.)