3 days of 500 days of summer

Once again, I find myself deeply in love with a hipster film. I love the obscure music and literary references. I love the mad fluttering in my chest when the FOX SEARCHLIGHT screen comes on and bathes my enthralled countenance in a golden hued gold. I love how the audience is smart, intelligent and considerate. I love how I can almost sing along to the music in the soundtrack. I love basking in its warm afterglow and the sadness of feeling its absence growing on you. I love the conviction of liking it not because critics raved about it, but because it truly affects me aesthetically and at times emotionally.

This morning, my iPod was set on loop to the 500 days of summer OST, all throughout the commute and through to PW.

And in the same vein, I have been watching a record number of movies within the span of a few weeks. It started with Paper Heart, which I love too. Shortly after, I watched Juno after buying the DVD on an impulse while at borders. The following Sunday, my sister I caught Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and spent the next morning talking about it. Today, I watched Juno again, John Tucker Must Die, and finally, Julie and Julia. I still have the Lost in Translation DVD which remains unwatched.

Julie and Julia was a lot of fun in the beginning, but towards the end, *SPOILER ALERT* I was extremely frustrated with the notion of Julia Child "hating" Julie Powell's endeavors — why build up the romance and the cross-dimensional relationship, only to tear it down again by undermining Child's maternal role model characterization? Is the film suggesting that our notions of people and personalities are merely imagined, and that is all that matters? Why discount the truth as it is and delude oneself with a simplified version of a complex character? The intertwined stories developed characters rather flatly, with Child in an ideal position with an ideal character, and Powell as a person with evidently more struggles to deal with. A better ending would have never mentioned the interaction between the two at all, since the huge incongruence between the kindlier, more altruistic Child the movie strove to build up and the last-minute veiled reference to a mean streak in Child of Powell's time was decidedly unsettling and came across as a jarring plot progression that left the audience confused. *END SPOILER*

Reviews aside, it was fun celebrating Andrea's (Yew) birthday with the movie. She, Jamie and I went for dessert at McDonald's after being assaulted by food porn blown up on the big screen, partly because we were too broke for anythings worthy of a post J&J meal.

Honestly, I had so much to do this weekend it's difficult to record all of it down.

Oh. The last few hours found me agreeing to substitute someone for Titans. I await 7 KM runs and log-throwing with much trepidation and anxiety. Praying for malignant and dangerously high levels of pent-up energy on Friday and Saturday for the greatest test of physical fitness in my life thus far.