After a blissful few days in the Lake District with Dr B, we scooted to Manchester for a bit of a wander, a bit of a bite to eat, and a bit of a watching of (500) Days Of Summer. For those few precious regular readers out there, you’ll understand the magnitude of what I’m about to say:
I loved (500) Days Of Summer as much as I loved Moon. Yup, it’s that good. Here are some bullets:
- I need Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s wardrobe (which is convenient, as I appear to have half of it already)
- Hey look, it’s Intern #1 from The Life Aquatic!
- It manages to be honest, sweet, bitter and funny all at the same time.
- This is the best romantic comedy I’ve seen in years. And it is a romantic comedy, in that it’s a comedy about romance, not a comedy that uses “romance” to force some hapless girl along a tenuous plot straight into the arms of Matthew McConaughey. Trust me, I wrote a Masters dissertation about romantic comedies, so I’ve decided I’m now an authority on these matters. So there.
- It took ages for me to work out that it’s set in LA. It actually makes LA look like a nice place, which is quite impressive.
- This film would sit nicely on a shelf with with High Fidelity (for its male perspective of romantic retardation), Little Children (for its awesomely gruff narration) and Fight Club (for its respectful use of Pixies’ song)
- Despite all the Graduate referencing, Annie Hall is the clear inspiration here. And you know what? It’s better than Annie Hall.
- Joseph Gordon-Levitt has now joined my Must-Play-Bilbo-Baggins-At-Once list
- It cares about all the important things: design, music, clothes, films
- I now really want to read Alain de Botton’s The Architecture of Happiness
- The film plays with the notion of the cinematic scourge thatis the Manic Pixie Dream Girl.
Going off on a bit of a tangent: we saw the film in Manchester’s Printworks, which I have to say is one of the nastiest pieces of architecture I have ever had the displeasure to walk through. From the outside it looks fine – just another big converted city building. From the inside – where to begin? It’s dark, so very dark. Malevolently dark, even in the middle of the day. In a pathetic attempt to make you feel like you’re outside, they’ve painted a blue sky on the ceiling, except the ceiling is so high up and poorly lit that you can barely tell. It’s like walking onto the set of Dick Tracy whilst having your eyes raped by the evil shadow things from Ghost.