(500) Days of Summer
I’ve never been one to write on what could really be considered a personal level. Sure, I share my thoughts, feelings, or opinions on occasion in a blog post or in a text to console a heartbroken friend, but it’s just not something I feel comfortable doing. Maybe it’s because I have some fear that what I’m going through is insignificant or irrelevant. Or maybe I’ve just never found the right words to make letting my guard down seem like a good idea… I even started a blog that lets me use movies as a buffer between the world and my experiences and reflections that make up my life. Movies should be used as a reflective tool, but they can’t replace the real thing. Maybe I was hiding from something. But sooner or later we all have to realize that there’s nowhere to hide from yourself. I’m sure that I’m rambling at this point, so I apologize, but {cliche warning} if even one person reading this can relate, then it’s worth the potential discomfort I may have about addressing a personal topic in such a public manner.
Like every fifteen year old girl, I saw (500) Days of Summer when it was first released, and loved it instantly for its indie soundtrack, quirky storyline, and Joseph Gordon-Levitt -ness. I think part of me liked it half as much because it was the *cool* thing to do as I did because I actually enjoyed the plot and the message (I thought) it sent. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a wonderfully original work, but I think appreciating (500) Days of Summer in the abstract is wholly different than appreciating it because you feel you have lived through your own (#) Days of __insert Ex here__.
I think we can learn something from every movie, just as we can learn something from every break-up. I also think, that with time and further reflection, we can realize that maybe what we took away from either at first glance, can be altered. The best movies stick with you and force you to reflect on your own life, and maybe I waited so long to go back and re-watch this particular film because I wasn’t ready to reflect on the break-up that I went through last year. But the best movies keep you coming back to them–whether its comfortable or not.
When I was fifteen and I saw (500) Days, I saw it is an alternative fairytale…boy gets girl…boy loses girl…boy doesn’t get girl back… but he finds another girl…and all is well (yay!). At twenty-one, I appreciated this movie probably more for the storytelling than for the story itself.
It begins “in media res” (that’s in the middle of things for those of you rusty on your latin or your AP English), just as life does. You begin the next chapter of your life while you’re still caught up in the last one, and before you know it, you’re in a place you never thought you’d be. You’re okay. You’ve reached day 500.
The whole film progresses out of order, and to me this was the perfect metaphor for a broken hearted memory. One that sifts back through the good times at first, with a sense of longing, and then through the bad times, as if looking for a clue to what went wrong. But in the end, memory fails us. Because memories can become warped or distorted with time or feelings of nostalgia, anger, or pain. In the end, it is honestly best to let the past live in the past. To not let the last 500 days keep you from living in the next 500.
I think I related to this film so much more this time around because I saw myself in Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s character, Tom. I saw myself as the one who cared too much, the one who risked more, and consequently lost more. And I wish I could just write something about how great it is to not have a fear of loving without limits, of putting yourself out there because it is SO worth it. Because there is something to that. But that’s not what I got from this movie.
This movie made me realize that there is a fine line between not being afraid to truly care and simply accepting less than you deserve. In so many relationships, there will inevitably be one person that “cares” more than the other (or at least feels like they do) … and that’s because those are the relationships that are, perhaps, not meant to be. So it is important for both parties in these “unbalanced “relationships to do the brave thing, and move on. Everyone deserves to receive as much love as they give, just as no one deserves to feel guilty for being in a relationship that their heart is not truly in. Enter Zooey Deschanel’s character, Summer. Obviously, it sucked for Tom that he had is heartbroken and all, but in the end, she did him a favor. She set him free because she couldn’t give back to him what he gave to her.
To quote another indie movie (slash book), “We accept the love we think we deserve.” We hold on to good things even once they’ve turned bad because we think we won’t find something “as good” again. But luckily, we are just silly humans, and we are wrong. We all deserve to be happy, and we all deserve to find a new kind of good.
If you haven’t watched (500) Days of Summer since the last time you went through a gnarly break up, I suggest you do. And maybe you’ll see for yourself how important it is to not only accept the love you truly deserve, but to also recognize that sometimes you simply cannot give back the love that someone else deserves.