Wednesday I went to see Julie Delpy's 2 Days in Paris with J. Found it really funny, generally light and entertaining, with many great moments where it evoked that sympathetic recognition of universal human experience. I guess there've been some criticisms of it being self-indulgent or sophomoric, but what the hell, it's 25 times better than most movies released (Jodie Foster, I'm glancing in your direction).
It had a brief scene containing Daniel Brühl, who initially came to notice in one of my favorite films, Goodbye, Lenin. I find him especially attractive, in a very ordinary way. It's not like he epitomizes "my type" (I don't have one), but I wouldn't mind snuggling next to someone like Brühl for several years.
Despite the general awkward hilarity, there were a few moments in 2 Days that cut to the core, like the following bit of narration:
"It always fascinated me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all, nothing. . . . Always the same for me. Break up, break down. Drunk up, fool around. Meet one guy, then another, fuck around. Forget the one and only. Then after a few months of total emptiness start again to look for true love, desperately look everywhere and after two years of loneliness meet a new love and swear it is the one, until that one is gone as well. There's a moment in life where you can't recover any more from another break-up. And even if this person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well you still can’t live without him."Yeah, that bit was especially uplifting.
Also: Adam Goldberg is such a cute Jewbear (is that term offensive?).