There is nothing wrong with the plot of this movie until about the end where it tries to make up for the pretend cynicism that we're supposed to take as revolutionary for a romantic comedy and tacks on a kind of fairy-tale turn, though the secondary character, the love-interest, is the one who learns the lesson that is clearly the perceived reality in the film: fate, coincidence, etc. Okay, that's fine but then why did I have to sit through the rest of it? Especially because. . .
The problem with this movie is all the trimmings. Ignoring the fact that we have to sit through another manic pixie dream girl who is free and independent and terribly cute, it was so twee that it was hard not to play indie rock/hipster bingo. Bond over music, check. Oh, the Smiths? Check. Cute frocks that, no, you can't actually afford? Check. I know hidden parts of this grand metropolis? Check. Architecture is just about drawing pictures of buildings, just like every dream job? Check. BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE CHECK. Funny looking friends? Check. These people are how old? Check. FABULOUS APARTMENTS CHECK. MORE INDIE ROCK CHECK!
Also, precocious child as commentator has never worked for me, and this doesn't buck the trend.
Okay, I did like the part where the male lead sees Han Solo as his reflections because I'm pretty sure most guys wish they were Han Solo.
But this movie is not made for people like me. It is made for a different demographic, which is fine. I knew it going in, but I had heard enough to suggest it would have, like, cross-subcultural appeal. It did not. I would almost rather watch a regular romcom/dramedy or whatever this was because at least it isn't trying to pretend it's all that different from the mainstream.
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