Please. Don't Waste Your Time.

Rating: 2/10 (1 January 2013)

I am going to be honest. For a movie that is supposed to be about love, I felt sick the whole way through. The character development was superficial and shallow and the mash-up of numerous haphazard story- lines was sporadic and distracting. I was given no real reason to care about any of the characters, no real reason to believe that the characters actually felt some form of love that extended beyond their bluntly scripted ego-motives, and I was given no real indication that any of the relationships actually had real substance. We were shown a wacky and contrived selection of insecure puppets blundering through life and 'love' like they were on some kind of...movie set. And the blasting pop music really didn't help with the 'ambiance'. Great music, sure, but not while I'm trying to make sense of this desperately driven dialog.
And yet...even with the movie-'magic' set-ups and the ever manipulative 'twists' of plot, some people commend the movie for being 'realistic', and for showing the 'bad with the good'. OK, first of all, it is far from realistic; secondly, the purpose of art is not to show you reality. Scientific reports are the only things that can even get close to representing reality. Art, however, tells a creative story that generates some sort of effect on its audience. Disgust is not my preferred way of being 'inspired', and I am still doubting whether the time it takes to write this review is worth it. So regardless of what the movie-makers were aspiring to, all I see this movie doing is encouraging the ill notion that love is some kind of messy sh*t-show that is impossible to understand or enjoy, but we're all suckers for it anyway. It hurts to say this, but I think the movie-makers were going for 'relatable'. Gosh, aren't we all a bunch of desperate suckers? Yeah, great feeling hey? Pretty much the furthest from inspiring that one can get.
And Love, *ACTUALLY*, is inspiring.