I finally watched “The Bone Collector” – it wasn’t bad, and primarily interests me because it inhabits that thriller genre that I am interested in. I hadn’t read the book, but I’ve read one of Jeffrey Deaver’s other books. I actually liked that one (The Blue Nowhere) less than The Bone Collector.

As for this movie, I like Phil Noyce’s work as director, and Denzel Washington and Angelina Jolie were excellent as pretty much always. It’s got a great support cast (actors like Luiz Guzman and Ed O’Neill) and is generally interesting and thrilling without being too gory.

The ending was a bit of a letdown, for one obvious reason: I guessed the killer less than half way through the movie. And it wasn’t even the stories fault really, the killer ended up being the one supporting character established who had no real role obvious to play! And things were a little too convenient at the end as well. Though I thought the detective work in the story was excellent and the relationship (both work and personal) between the two leads was refreshingly original.

So it was an interesting story to see – with its fair share of defects as well as quality. Most of all, everytime I see a remotely decent thriller, it really gets me thinking about stories and structure and my own writing.

Then I want to go and write… so I do.