I liked 500 days of Summer.
Because I was never a Summer. Unlike her, I was never a picture of cool detachment. I’ve always been animated and emotional and passionate. That’s why I always end-up namamaga ang mata even after the pinakamababaw na movie or first to get excited and make palakpak over a lousy homemade firework display. I have always been envious of people who walk around in either a smug or deadpan manner showing an “I’m too cool to care, pare” image. Haaay, I’m so uncool tsk tsk tsk.
Because I was once a Summer to someone else. Telling a guy who’s always believed in soulmates or the one true love and all those stuff that Hallmark cards write about, of a line similar to: “You weren’t wrong Tom. You were just wrong about me”.Picture this scenario:
Joy to a 5y/o bright eyed and dreamy kid: “No honey, there’s no such thing as Santa. It was just an idea invented by giant greeting card companies to promote their sales on Christmas. Oh and Barney? not a real dinosaur, he’s just some fat guy wearing a purple costume.”
5 y/o once bright-eyed now horror-struck and teary-eyed kid: “Huwaaat? But why? Why would they do that? Whatever happened to humanity?”
Yup, very similar to that…
Because the story was very honest and straight-forward about the thing we call love. No it didn’t junk the notion but it also did not romanticize it. It objectively presented the harsh realities that come with it.
Because it’s about what bright-eyed freaks like me hope and believe in. It’s a story of moving on. It’s about believing that nothing in this world is coincidence and that every little earthly event has a cosmic significance. It gives us hope that we will all, eventually, find our “Autumn”.
Now here’s my favorite part – The Bench scene:
Summer: I woke up one morning and I just knew.
Tom: Knew what?
Summer: What I was never sure of with you.
after hearing Summer say this, Tom just looked away…
heartbreak… ugh …