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HIDWtS: Pat endings.

This morning I was very distracted, which meant I got out of the house early instead of just on time. I don’t know why this works the way it does, but it may have something to do with how I am too distracted to worry over the little aspects of getting ready. The getting-ready part is in automatic mode as my brain cells tussle.

The subject of the distraction was a bad movie I watched last night. I am finally getting around to selling some of my things on eBay, but first I have to sort through decades of clutter. To motivate myself, I put a movie on in the background and spread my things out on the coffee table so I can put them in piles: Keep, Give Away, Sell.

The movie was called “500 Days of Summer” and I do not think it set out to be a bad movie. I think it set out to be a good movie, a thought-provoking movie about the nature of fate and coincidence and romance and all sorts of things that normally interest me a lot. But none of the characters in the movie were at all likable. Zooey Deschanel’s character, Summer, is outright loathsome, playing yet another emotionally distant, quirky woman-girl, a trope that should have ended with Kate Winslet’s character in “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind”. The plot was predictable, told out of order in a way that I think was supposed to comment on the jumble of memory but instead just left me curious as to what exactly happened that turned Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s character, Tom, into such a gigantic jerkface.

There was one moment in the film I liked a lot, however. (SPOILER ALERT) I liked seeing the moment where Tom realizes that not everyone’s “soulmates” match up, that sometimes you think someone is your soulmate and they do not think you are theirs. I liked this because it was relatively subtle, yet had real emotional impact.

And then it was all ruined by the pat ending. (SPOILER OVER)

Musing about the film this morning distracted me enough that I do not remember how I got myself to the early shuttle. When I boarded, there were only five other people on it. I wondered briefly if the rapture had happened after all, and then I fell asleep.

HIDWtS Rating: Writers, please stop writing pat endings. Hey, wait …

[box type=“shadow”]I ride a shuttle to work. It is a really nice shuttle and the first time I have ever had this luxury, causing me to overthink pretty much every aspect of it, especially where to sit. And now I overthink where I decide to sit in every open-seating situation, so Iā€™m writing about it in a series called How I Decide Where to Sit.[/box]

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