I received a text from a very upset MM the other day. She refuses to believe that I do not think 500 Days of Summer, which seems to be everyone's current favorite film, a work of art. How dare I dismiss a movie she thinks equals Woody Allen's genius? What was I thinking?
Allow me to explain.
The identity theory of communication tells us that we like a medium, say a film, because it mirrors our own experiences. Given this, let's just say that 500 Days of Summer was not a big hit with me because no matter how hard I try, I just cannot identify with any of the characters. Let's just leave it at that. Let us not attempt to explore the possibility that it is simply a poorly made film lest I further provoke my sister's feelings of resentment. And anyway, I actually rather appreciate the director's efforts to model it after Jean Pierre Jeunet's works, which, of course, are simply spectacular. 500 Days could not find a better role model, I think. So there.
I guess I have nothing to blame for this feeling of discontent but my age. I fear I am getting to old for this kind of things. Another simple joy gone. I am starting to really understand the Little Prince.
1 comment:
I second the motion. :)
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