I’d like to start this column off with a sincere and heartfelt apology to my legions of fans who I have left, as of late, high and dry with nary a video review column to be found. These last three weeks have been rough on me, what with starting a new internship, increased video-store hours, Thanksgiving, college application and a myriad of other things (Playstation) that require my attention. But as of this moment, I am officially back on duty. No more shall my column run dark. No more shall a review-craving reader go hungry. From now on, there it will rain articles from the heavens as we dance around the pagan maypole!!! And perhaps I’ve had a bit too much caffeine this morning. Anyhoo, I promise that the long period of nothing will not happen again, so with that being said, let’s move along to our movie of the week.
Lately, I’ve been taking great joy in reading the personal ads in my town’s Village Voice-equivalent called The Chronicle. I don’t know what, specifically, I find so entertaining about these little nuggets of personal info, but week after week, I’m drawn to them like a bee to a flower or my ass to a couch. I should say that I don’t think that there’s anything wrong with placing a personal ad. Quite the contrary actually. I think that they, as a means of meeting people, can be quite effective. In fact, there’s an old friend of my family who met her husband through such an ad and they are extremely happy, so how could I poo-poo it when I’ve seen it work so well. But as I said, there’s just some kind of weird entertainment that I get from reading them every issue. Soooooo…. What’s my point? Well, funny you should ask. This week’s movie, SWEETHEARTS, just so happens to revolve around the aforementioned ads.
Let me just say, for the record, that SWEETHEARTS, while great, is quite possibly the most depressing love story ever made. It makes the famed Ali McGraw weeper LOVE STORY look like YOU’VE GOT MAIL on uppers. SWEETHEARTS is dark, bleak and soul-scouring so I recommend you not watch it if you’ve had a bad day at any point in the last month or so. The plot is simple: A girl and a guy meet through a personal ad and meet at a bar. He’s a nice, normal witty typical romantic-comedy lead. She, on the other hand, is a manic-depressive, suicidal whack-job, but also, she witty too. So the witty banter flows in between the crushing gloom and doom as he tries with all of his might to stop her from leaving the bar and killing herself. That is really all there is to the actual plot. It is another in a long line of “Talkie” films that I’ve reviewed in this column. Most of the movie is spent with the characters sitting at a table or hanging out on the roof, yapping away about life, love and, as I mentioned, why one should or should not kill themselves.
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