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(500) Days of Summer

September 27, 2015

500 DOSWhen lifelong romantic Tom gets closer than anyone else to free-spirited Summer, he thinks she must be ‘the one’. But is he right, does such a thing exist, and what can they learn along the way?

(500) Days of Summer offers a youthful, postmodern take on the rom-com in a culture shy of commitment.

Themes: Love, trust, commitment, marriage and divorce, friendship

(500) Days of Summer is presented in a non-chronological format, each scene being introduced by which of the 500 days it is. The plot as given here has been rearranged in chronological order. It is important to note cinematographically that the film opens with day 488, the scene where Tom and Summer are seated at a bench and the audience sees Summer’s ringed finger as the two hold hands.

Tom: People don’t realize this, but loneliness is underrated.

 

Tom: What happens when you fall in love?
Summer: You believe in that?
Tom: It’s love, it’s not Santa Claus.

Tom: It’s official. I’m in love with Summer. [while Montage of Summer plays] I love her smile. I love her hair. I love her knees. I love how she licks her lips before she talks. I love her heart-shaped birthmark on her neck. I love it when she sleeps.

 

Rachel Hansen: Just because she likes the same bizzaro crap you do doesn’t mean she’s your soul mate.

Author’s Note: The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Especially you Jenny Beckman. Bitch.

 

Rachel Hansen: Look, I know you think she was the one, but I don’t. Now, I think you’re just remembering the good stuff. Next time you look back, I, uh, I really think you should look again.

Rachel Hansen: You know, my friends are all in love with you. You know, it’s like we said. Plenty of other fish in the sea.
Tom: [Looks at a group of twelve year old girls who wave at him and giggle] Thanks. But, uh, those are guppies.

Rachel Hansen: Better that you find this out now before you come home and find her in bed with Lars from Norway.
Tom: Who’s Lars from Norway?
Rachel Hansen: He’s some guy she met at the gym with Brad Pitt’s face and Jesus’ abs.

 

Narrator: This is a story of boy meets girl. The boy, Tom Hansen of Margate, New Jersey, grew up believing that he’d never truly be happy until the day he met the one. This belief stemmed from early exposure to sad British pop music and a total mis-reading of the movie ‘The Graduate’. The girl, Summer Finn of Shinnecock, Michigan, did not share this belief. Since the disintegration of her parent’s marriage she’d only love two things. The first was her long dark hair. The second was how easily she could cut it off and not feel a thing. Tom meets Summer on January 8th. He knows almost immediately she is who he has been searching for. This is a story of boy meets girl, but you should know upfront, this is not a love story.

 

Summer: I woke up one morning and I just knew.
Tom: Knew what?
Summer: What I was never sure of with you.

 

Narrator: Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin, and they end, with no lasting memories made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life. May 23rd was a Wednesday.

 

Paul: Robin is better than the girl of my dreams. She’s real.

Tom: You don’t want to be named as anybody’s girlfriend, and now you’re someone’s wife?

 

Tom: Either she’s an evil, emotionless, miserable human being, or… she’s a robot.

 

Tom: Did you ever do this, you think back on all the times you’ve had with someone and you just replay it in your head over and over again and you look for those first signs of trouble?

Tom: I love how she makes me feel, like anything’s possible, or like life is worth it.

McKenzie: Hey, maybe you should write a book.
Tom: What?
McKenzie: Well, you know, Henry Miller said the best way to get over a woman is to turn her into literature

 

Narrator: If Tom had learned anything… it was that you can’t ascribe great cosmic significance to a simple earthly event. Coincidence, that’s all anything ever is, nothing more than coincidence… Tom had finally learned, there are no miracles. There’s no such thing as fate, nothing is meant to be. He knew, he was sure of it now.

 

Tom: This is lies. We are liars. Think about it. Why do people buy cards? It’s not because they want to say how they feel. People buy cards because they can’t say they feel or are afraid to. And we provide the service that let’s them off the hook. You know what? I say to hell with it. Let’s level with America. Or at least let them speak for themselves. Right?

 

 

 

Summer: There’s no such thing as love, it’s fantasy…

Tom: Well this is, and Rhoda, no disrespect, but um, this is total shit. Go for it? You can do it? That’s not inspirational that’s suicidal! If pickles goes for it right there that’s a dead cat. Lies, were liars think about it, why do people buy these things? It’s not because they wanna say how they feel, people buy cards cause they can’t say how they feel or they’re afraid too. We provide the service that lets them off the hook. You know what? I say to hell with it. Lets level with America at least let them speak for themselves right I mean look, look. What is this, what does this say? “Congratulations on your new baby.” How bout “congratulations on your new baby, guess that’s it for hanging out, nice knowing ya.” How bout this one? With all the pretty hearts on the front, I think I know where this ones going. Yup “Happy Valentines Day sweetheart, I love you.” Isn’t that sweet? Ain’t love grand? This is exactly what I’m talking about. What does that even mean, love? Do you know? Do you? Anybody? If somebody gave me this card Mr. Vance, I’d eat it. It’s these cards, and the movies and the pop songs, they’re to blame for all the lies and the heartache, everything. We’re responsible. I’M responsible. I think we do a bad thing here. People should be able to say how they feel, how they really feel, not ya know, some words that some stranger put in their mouth. Words like love, that don’t mean anything. Sorry, I’m sorry, I um, I quit. There’s enough bullshit in the world without my help

Narrator: There’s only two kinds of people in the world. There’s women, and there’s men. Summer Finn was a woman.

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