So it's a guy chasing a girl, and the girl has the right to drop a guy in love. There's this yearning from deep inside of me to see love sans cuteness. As the film announces this is not a love story, my hopes were getting high. And most of my friends were going ga-ga over this film.
But it's melancholia without dropping cute moments. It didn't cut deeply even if it was a tandem that actually wasn't meant to be.
I missed Gerald Butler's declaration of the Ugly Truth, that men are after boobies. Sadly, he fell into the trap of chick flicks and thawed in the end to a grand hot-air balloon kiss.
The last love story I saw which dared defy all love stories was "Closer." It was like a splash of cold water on one's face looking for a fab foursome that never was.
After seeing the quirkiness of love in the non-Twilight vampire film "Let the Right One In" which I savored for its true melancholia, "500 Days of Summer" was actually "Let the Right One Out" in a non-linear countdown of those days of being hooked to That Summer Girl.
After summer comes autumn, awww c'mon. Okay, it's witty to end with a pun, and another girl, and start with Day One. Someone has to save the lonely guy from ending miserable and be a loser for life.
Now I don't get the musical number which was done wickedly campier in "Enchanted." I told you this film was trying to be anti-love story but can't forego cute.
The guy even declared, "we're adults in a relationship, there's no need for labels, it's too juvenile." But why do I feel this flick was juvenile in its sentiments?
Call me wet blanket. I do love chick flicks. But this neither wanted to be one fully, nor be anti-love struck Hollywood.
It's hard to be caught in the middle of love and lovelessness in one film. Better choose, boy.
And the other guy who just appeared in Summer's life needed more explanation. Yes the guy wanted an explanation, too. No to boyfriends, but yes to marriage, just because the moment came?
I'd rather be Sleepless in Seattle and savor the chick flickiness with my popcorn all the way. Or I'd rather get Closer and be darkly in love. Or, I'd rather go tragic and dwell on unrequited love in all its pain and self-destructing glory.
I didn't know how to feel as the movie progressed.
If you ask me, I should've opened up the DVD box set of Grey's Anatomy Season 5, and indulge in its decadent, medically love-swapping ways, or yes, maybe I should finally catch "Glee." But I hope all these Facebook statuses declaring an enjoyable find won't end up as a summer experience I might easily forget, too. But I am still excited about "Glee." It's television. There's guiltless pleasure I derive nowadays with TV series.
Sorry, I know some of you are fans of 500 days, but, maybe it wasn't made for me.
This is just an opinion, okay, a wet blanket kind of rant.
To each his own viewing pleasure, I guess.
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