500 Days of Summer

This movie was greatly oversold to me. So I arrived thinking I was in for a treat.

Precious beast of a thing.

First of all, I do love movies. But movie-makers who love movies who try to make me love movies the way they love movies, well, this is a rough experience.

Many gimmicks in this movie. Kitchen sink practically thrown in. I liked the post-sex dance sequence, did not like the send-up fantasy movie clip asides, found the bouncing around in time to be of little use, thought the little sister’s uncanny canny advice was twee but I liked the music.

I felt it was one of those movies where there was so much filming going on, that someone forgot how people really are. So the poor actors, who were great and beautiful—Zooey Deschanel and Joseph Gordon-Levitt (a favorite of mine)—were simply being yanked around, in different LA locales, but repeating the same moment again and again.

You know, all this talk about Indie being dead…I see why there is the talking. It has become repetitive, this style of young people sort of, kind of connecting but not really, with a good soundtrack. It would be so great to see something more revealing, braver. But maybe this is what you get for $12.50 per ticket at the Cineplex and I just have to endure it with a smile.

I was happy to be at a movie and I did not wish I was somewhere else. So I am grateful for the experience of being in the moment. It was a little summer vacation.

Rain rain rain.