So I just finished watching the movie “500 Days of Summer”.  I’m no movie critic, but I thought it was very well done.  The episodic structure of the movie was perhaps the most interesting part about it.  The contrast between the various periods of the relationship between Summer and Tom was vivified by the quick mood changes provided by the non-chronological scene changes and stark transitions.  The soundtrack was perfect.  The acting was great.  The story was not original, but it didn’t matter.

I hated it.

Every second of it.

It had nothing to do with the overall composition of the movie (although at times it seemed a little pretentious).  My reason for hating it is also the reason for its success. I’ve never seen a movie that more accurately and vividly portrays the utter pain that unrequited love brings about. I was depressed the entire time my eyes were glued to that stupid screen.  I felt like my stomach was in knots over a girl, including during the more pleasant scenes when the relationship seemed to be going swimmingly.  I was only reminded of how painful it was to make a joke and have it be brushed off with careless eyes.  I was reminded of cold responses to questions asked with romantic significance attached and perhaps most painfully, I was reminded of the heart break which accompanies seeing a girl that you love with someone else, knowing that there’s nothing you can do about it.

Don’t believe those stupid youtube videos advertising the movie as a deceivingly innocent “I love you, you love me” type of flick, especially for those of you who know what unrequited love feels like.  It will only bring you back to those awful moments that everyone wishes to forget and leave you strangely begging for those moments to reoccur.  Paradoxical I know. You’ll understand once you see the movie.

Great film.

I freaking hated it.