I just finished watching (500) Days of Summer, and loved almost every minute. If I ever wrote a movie, it's the kind of kitsch I'd come up with. Use the cute stuff to reel in the audience - then wack them in the behind with a heaping spoonful of reality.
There's always the possibility that people won't get it. There are no explanations, no excuses. Just an account of the (despicable) things that love enables.
There's something so powerful about a story which acknowledges that the leading man isn't necessarily the hero, or that happy endings don't need to be universally applicable. That's about all the sanity we can expect from the universe.
PS: If the movie doesn't do it for you, try Theobroma's Kejriwal. It supposedly isn't authentic, but eggs make me sick and good bread with melty cheese makes me happy, so this version is probably closer to an epicurean epiphany for me anyway.
Ah yes, I d/l it during my chick-fest week and got a very rude message - stop watching sappy movies back to back. :P
ReplyDeleteLol :D I think it's romantic in its own way, just that the story it chooses to tell doesn't have a happy ending for one person :)
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