This was originally written for the ASMSU Exponent.
It is said art is a reflection of society, whether the art supports or condemns it. Because of this, there are lessons to be learned from books, music, television and movies. While it may seem strange to plug a 2-year-old movie, the 2009 film “(500) Days of Summer” is just such a film. And please be forewarned, there are spoilers ahead.
For the unfamiliar, “(500) Days of Summer” is a deconstruction of modern romantic comedies and ‘happily ever after’ endings, showing a 20-something man’s desperate attempts to recall what went wrong in a failed relationship with a woman he was certain was “the one.” At first, he thinks only of good memories but soon begins to see the flaws in both the relationship and his ex-girlfriend.
In fact, the movie thoroughly deconstructs the notion of “the one.” The opening narration informs the audience it is a story of boy meets girl, but not a love story. Protagonist Tom, thanks to an overly romanticized perception of love, is convinced Summer is “the one” because of serendipity. His world is shattered when she breaks up with him, believing his one chance at happiness is gone forever.
Yet the movie contends there is hope. Tom may lose who he thought was the love of his life, but losing her puts him on the (rough) path to realizing his warped views. Eventually he finds purpose in revisiting his long-shelved dream of being an architect, instead of finding his soulmate.
This movie brings to light a bitter truth about relationships: Many men and women our age lose themselves to relationships. They become oblivious to clear red flags and wonder what went wrong when things end. It’s too easy to tie self-worth to a significant other in a desperate search for “the one.”
There is nothing wrong with dedication to a significant other, but when one’s own sense of self-worth is wholly dependant on the other person, it’s a problem waiting to happen. We must remember to have our own lives too; otherwise, what’s the point of being an individual?
As for whether or not “the one” exists, that is for you to decide. The movie leaves this question open, as should you. There may be someone out there who is perfect for you in every way, but you shouldn’t wait around for the stars to align. Live your life and take advantage of opportunities around you. Don’t miss out because of a hellbent soulmate hunt.
This is a movie every person in the college age group should watch. It has valuable lessons in love that many people can benefit from. It’s not uncommon for someone to walk away from this movie after seeing it for the first time feeling humbled after seeing their own in the character's actions. Experience this movie, and take its moral to heart.
If you still need a reason to watch this movie, have I mentioned it stars Zooey Deschanel?
They say write what you know. That being said, Snooki was the perfect person to write this story of two single-minded floozies in a competition to see who can be the biggest hussy on the Jersey shore. I considered myself tough for stomaching “Breaking Dawn,” but after this pile of whale vomit, I realized Edward Cullen has nothing on Ms. Polizzi.
The story follows transparent author avatar Gia and her cousin Bella, who couldn’t be more different. Gia wants to spend the summer having sex with as many guidos as she can, while Bella … umm … wants to spend the summer having sex with as many guidos as she can. There’s also a pair of villainous muscle-heads who are deviously conspiring to … have sex with Gia and Bella.
In the course of the cousins’ noble quest, houses are burned down, laxatives cause six-hour shitting fits and Gia learns to talk to sharks. There was a moral at some point about not needing guys to complete themselves, but it was lost amidst the characters’ constant boozing and banging.
Perhaps the book has value as an educational look at the life of young adults living on the Jersey Shore.
The book assumes one is familiar with Shore slang, but it took me several chapters to realize “gorillas” were in fact over-muscled Jersey boys. I also learned how a properly constructed pouf was the pinnacle of a proper Jersey girl’s existence.
Another strange lesson is that men in Jersey revel in strange nicknames, characters show up with names like Bender, Hulk and Trouble. In the end though, the book becomes more of an argument to firebomb the place into an ashy Armageddon and salt the land so nothing can grow for seven years.
The book is best described by Chapter 22’s title: “The Fine Art of Bullshit.” There are two types of people who will enjoy this book: “Jersey Shore” fans and literary masochists. If you dressed up as Snooki for Halloween and dream of finding your own “gorilla” someday, you probably already read the book and have no need for this two-month-late review. If you’re of the latter, though, prepare your mind for an exercise in self harm like none other. Just make sure you can cover your therapy bills afterwards.
The story follows transparent author avatar Gia and her cousin Bella, who couldn’t be more different. Gia wants to spend the summer having sex with as many guidos as she can, while Bella … umm … wants to spend the summer having sex with as many guidos as she can. There’s also a pair of villainous muscle-heads who are deviously conspiring to … have sex with Gia and Bella.
In the course of the cousins’ noble quest, houses are burned down, laxatives cause six-hour shitting fits and Gia learns to talk to sharks. There was a moral at some point about not needing guys to complete themselves, but it was lost amidst the characters’ constant boozing and banging.
Perhaps the book has value as an educational look at the life of young adults living on the Jersey Shore.
The book assumes one is familiar with Shore slang, but it took me several chapters to realize “gorillas” were in fact over-muscled Jersey boys. I also learned how a properly constructed pouf was the pinnacle of a proper Jersey girl’s existence.
Another strange lesson is that men in Jersey revel in strange nicknames, characters show up with names like Bender, Hulk and Trouble. In the end though, the book becomes more of an argument to firebomb the place into an ashy Armageddon and salt the land so nothing can grow for seven years.
The book is best described by Chapter 22’s title: “The Fine Art of Bullshit.” There are two types of people who will enjoy this book: “Jersey Shore” fans and literary masochists. If you dressed up as Snooki for Halloween and dream of finding your own “gorilla” someday, you probably already read the book and have no need for this two-month-late review. If you’re of the latter, though, prepare your mind for an exercise in self harm like none other. Just make sure you can cover your therapy bills afterwards.