This was the first movie of Summer 2009 that I really liked, and I really liked it. To an almost embarrassing extent. It’s as if someone leapt into my brain and made a movie just for me. You’ve got your fragmented narrative perspective, your Pixies karaoke, complaints that a city is marred by overly-abundant parking, intertextuality, etc. I think the latter is especially important; the “happy ending” looks different when you consider the repeated references to The Graduate.
500 Days of Summer