Raw, adjective: 7. brutally or grossly frank: a raw portrayal of human passions
Last week, on one of these blustery winter-summer evenings that we've been strewn with of late, I tucked into a theater and caught (500) Days of Summer, on the advice of a friend who'd seen it and knew.
I was wrapped up in six scarves and a shrug and a cloche and too much lipstick, ostensibly to protect myself from the elements but really because I just wanted to be left alone, and mint-green cashmere shrugs topped with a glossy coat of bombshell red somehow seem to do the trick when I'm craving that solitude the most. But as soon as Joseph Gordon-Leavitt and Zooey Deschanel began their onscreen shtick, I soon forgot all of the wind and the social overload and the exhaustion.
(500) Days' media materials classify it as a romantic comedy, but I'm hesitant to even throw it in close association with the Katherine Heigl/Jennifer Aniston tripe hitting theaters right now. The film was one of the more thoughtful, melancholy, light, quirky, wistful, honest films about anything that I've seen in some time; more specifically, it was one of the most true-to-life depictions of relationships in your 20s that I've seen written, as well. Not to mention the good music, and the darkly-attractive hipster leads, and their nuanced and measured performances. It all made my heart hurt.
Apparently the film was a sensation at Sundance earlier this year. I'm not surprised. See it.