500 Days of Summer
(Though I must note, this is me…getting on my high-horse and riding it. Here I go…)
Half the people who “love” 500 Days of Summer haven’t a clue about the musical artists, painters, and films that are being paid homage to throughout the movie. It’s in Levitt’s t-shirts, in the background music, through re-enactment and parody, in plain sight; a lot of their dialogue is based on the assumption that the audience in fact knows what they’re talking about and can interpret what is being said. Trust, the dialogue is painstakingly clever in its subject matter, but only to those who prove knowledgeable. But who do you know that actually listens to The Smiths, knows about Sid and Nancy, or has ever heard about the genius that is Ingmar Bergman? Please, I beg the question… How do you appreciate something that you know nothing about?
To know the details is to understand more fully the brilliance of their relationship, and why it is more extraordinary than two people who might find out they love Star Wars (common). For me, the beauty is behind the intellect in their interests. Not all share good, well-read taste.
People are blinded by the superficial; those evident aspects of a film that even a mere child could see. The more cultured, more socially adept individuals can even (this is in example of the film) recognize the brilliance in closing in on an image of an apple above a bowler hat. Don’t know what I’m talking about?
Maybe you should.
‘Cause those other people? The ones I was talking about earlier… are called phonies.