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Rating: 500 Days of Summer.
Preface: this time I'm really afraid to publish this review.
One evening, I was particularly depressed and, I'm not quite sure why, I decided to watch this movie again, of which I had, after all, a vague rather pleasant impression.
The impression was not reconfirmed.
An annoying film. First of all, it's made to the letter for a well-defined category of young people, commonly referred to as Hipster (does it require a capital letter? Do we want to give it that much importance? It must be that English names inspire fear).
From the music they listen to (which they continually praise) to the clothes they wear, from the drinks they consume to the houses they live in, this film oozes 21st-century alternativism.
It's not poorly shot, not at all, some scenes are really remarkable, but overall it results in a snobbish film, as it is dedicated to a specific narrow audience.
I mean: a portrayal of these good kids, convinced of being rebellious and non-conformist, yet right, belonging to that petty bourgeois mentality they seem to criticize so much.
The standardization of non-conformism. I don't follow trends, your band sucks because it sells, oh how nice you also listen to my music, oh how nice we talk like two idiots, we are convinced we find poetry in everything, we go to Ikea and pretend the displayed furniture is ours, because we are responsible adults, yet with an eternal childlike spirit.
How lovely, how I love you. Do you love me? How much do you love me?
You can understand that after an hour and a half they’ve become really annoying. It’s decidedly unrealistic. It proposes the classic model that all these young hipsters aspire to. But it’s a non-existent model, doing everything to pass itself off as real. Keep it real, as it was once said in Hip Hop circles. “Keep it real my ass,” certain skeptics replied.
Then, I repeat, there are many notable nuggets that make the film appreciable (the parodies of serious films), but it’s overrated. It pumps the “this is not a love story” to a thousand, only to fall into the classic American happy ending. As usual, in its desire to be alternative at all costs, it ends up being the most banal.
Certainly, Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s interpretation isn’t bad either, although it’s nowhere near the level reached in "Hasher was here". Zooey Deschanel is still quite a looker and a good actress. The protagonist’s idiotic friends are already more insolent, especially Geoffrey Arend, who is unbearable (especially in the scene where he is drunk. A drunk doesn’t act like that, what the hell).
In short, it's not a bad film, it's just annoying.
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