I actually really enjoyed this. Everyone is pleasant to look at and all conflicts very unrealistically work out in the end. It's movies like this, however, that convince us real world people that it's OK to forgive when our husband cheats on us after 3 kids and 20 years together, stating that giving up the other woman "is not an option." It's movies like this that make us believe our unromantic, sports addict spouse will completely change his ways if only we can convince him to read aloud just one page of Jane Austen. Just. One. Page. Aloud. This is dangerous filmmaking because it shows only the happy endings and not the 3 years after the happy ending when the wandering husband is up to his wily ways again and the sports addict turns out to be gay. In the French version of this movie, all characters would live for us to see the day that things once again go wrong and, just as we're feeling that nobody can be trusted and there is no MEANING LEFT TO LIFE...fade to black. End of story. Leaving us hollow shells of the optimistically deluded Americans we came in as.
I did, however, deduce from this movie that there would be less unpleasantness in the world if only we were all constantly backlit by California sunsets.
I did, however, deduce from this movie that there would be less unpleasantness in the world if only we were all constantly backlit by California sunsets.
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