I realize that I’m reviewing this film a whole year (or maybe even more) after its release but…too bad! It needs to be addressed! There are way too many people who have been ludicrously deluded by this supposedly “romantic” indie. First of all, it can’t even be deemed “indie” anymore seeing as it grossed over $60 million and was picked up by Fox. Don’t use your supposed “indie” status to make people feel like they’re having some sort of exclusive cinematic experience when really they’re watching the same movie as millions of other “I’m-cultured-because-I-watch-little-known-films” wannabes!
Secondly, what’s with the tagline “This isn’t a love story, it’s a story about love” ? I’ll skip talking about how stupid that sounds and move on to how entirely inaccurate that statement actually is. The whole plotline centres on a boy who’s hopelessly (and pathetically) obsessed with a thoughtless, stuck-up girl who’s incapable of loving anyone. Upon meeting Summer (the girl) at the office, Tom (the boy) declares that he is in love. After following her around and playing her favourite music whenever she passes his desk and generally swooning after her, Tom eventually gets what he wants. Or at least he thinks he does. Truth is, Summer is incapable of love. Even later on in the film when she decides to marry another hopelessly entranced young man, the whole thing is entirely unconvincing. Usually it’s the other way around, right? I mean, girls tend to be the ones searching for a fairytale relationship while guys pretend to be Mr. Prince Charming in order to get them in bed. Poor Tom, he was willing to risk everything for Summer and she just threw it back in his face. Is that love?
So you’re probably sitting there right now thinking, “Wow this girl has a lot of angst…I bet her boyfriend just dumped her or she’s PMSing or she’s in a post-Twilight-reading depression.” Wrong on all three accounts! Just to prove it I will gush on and on and on about what I liked about the film. I liked the soundtrack (which you can listen to without buying the DVD). I liked Joseph Gordon-Levitt (who you can stare at and drool over for hours if you just google him). I liked the end (which I can describe for you now: there were credits and then a black screen and then it was OVER!!!).
Congratulations on listening to me whine. I shall reward you with this. Oh and I guess I’ll let you watch the actual trailer if you promise not to go buy the movie.
Best Beatles cover yet.
(Love the little bow at the end…and the head bobbing throughout!)
And also, just in case you were confused by that cute
(but sometimes inaudible) rendition:
Here‘s the legendary original (did you know it reached number one on both the British and American charts?) in case toddlers in diapers are not your fancy. While we’re on the topic (sort of), what is your favourite Beatles song? Favourite baby cover? Also, can someone please explain to me how singing a sad song when you’re feeling down will make you feel better? Na, na, naaaaa! I don’t understand!
Cecilia Felli took an old umbrella and transformed into a skirt! Brilliant! This is definitely going to be my next sewing project (if only I can find a colourful umbrella). Have you ever sewn your own clothes? Would you attempt an umbrella skirt? Let’s start a trend! If you’re interested, here are step-by-step instructions for how to make your own and here are some lovely examples in case you need inspiration.
This past weekend I was completely overwhelmed by the neverending slew of things I had to get done. Over the course of 48 hours I had to perform in three concerts (violin), write an history essay I had left to the last minute, cram for a trigonometry test, and read To Kill a Mockingbird (or, as my friend likes to call it, To Mock A Killingbird). As I prepared for the onslaught of several stress-related breakdowns, I turned to food as my one consolation. Oh food, glorious food! How is it that stuffing something into your mouth never fails to calm the spirit? This leads me to the wonder found in spicy potato wedges. I am telling you: never underestimate the potential of a humble potato! (That, as well as your abilities in the kitchen.) Another monumental discovery: a cookbook even I can understand! While searching through the children’s section at the library (yes, I’m that cool) I found the easiest recipe book on the planet. It has pictures and numbers and little caution symbols accompanying the steps involving knives or (God forbid!) an oven. Plus, the list of ingredients are all things I recognize and actually have in my house (none of that “celtic salt” crap from Martha Stewart). Anyway, here’s the recipe for the simple food which saved my weekend.
-Three medium potatoes
– salt (any kind will do!)
– All Spice
1) Set oven to 400 degrees F
2) Cut potatoes into wedges
3) Place potatoes in a pot of boiling water for 8 min.
4) In a bowl, mix together potatoes and all other ingredients
5) Place on non-stick cookie sheet and bake in oven for 20 to 25 min., turning potatoes occasionally
6) Remove from oven and serve. (Good with ketchup and a glass of milk!)
If you’re interested here‘s the cookbook that made it all possible. (Sounds like I’m accepting an Oscar or something.)
Just thought I’d share this beautiful film. It’s simple, yet genuine and seems to have struck a chord with over two million other people worldwide. (Plus, who doesn’t like a cute boy with an Irish accent?) Tell me, if you could avoid the awkward beginning stages of a relationship, how would you do it?
P.S. If you just can’t get enough of the lilty Irish tone, check out Leap Year starring Amy Adams and Matthew Goode.
This past week I discovered the wonder of “The Bird and the Bee”. (The band, that is.) I just couldn’t keep their music to myself, so I engaged in a number of embarrassing episodes in order to spread the songs! At school, I chased people down hallways, holding out headphones and demanding that they “listen to this!” After receiving a few confused looks, I thought maybe the internet would be a better (aka less embarrassing) way of spreading the music. Please listen below! (I bet you’ll be clapping along within seconds.)
by Shel Silverstein
I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.
I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can’t do a handstand–
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said–
I’m just not the same since there’s rain in my head.
Gotta love Shel (and the rain). Do you have a favourite season (or a favourite type of precipitation)? Would you dance in the rain or run to stand under the nearest tree? Tell me!