500 Days of Summer illustrates exactly what is wrong with ‘indie’ people. Buried under the mountains of self-indulgent namedropping, is an actual good film that can’t be seen at all because its obscured by Belle & Sebastian and The Smiths and whatever the cool kids listen to nowadays.
It’s pretty sad because the leads are pretty charming and the story is solid. If they had been halfway normal instead of self-involved hipster scum, and the editing had been less self-conscious, it might have lived up to the metacritic-bestowed title of ‘this generation’s Annie Hall’.
Honestly, if 500 Days of Summer is this generation’s Annie Hall, then I despair of this generation. Oh wait. I already despair of this generation. So, I guess it is! Enjoy your Macbooks and miniscule world views, faggots. (4/10)
