I Was Robbed: (500) Days of Summer
By Anthony Daquano
June 10, 2010
BoxOfficeProphets.com

I also enjoyed High Fidelity but clearly not as much as you.

From 2005-2009, my favorite movies of every year were A History of Violence, The Departed, There Will Be Blood and The Dark Knight, so imagine my surprise when an independent rom-com became my favorite movie of 2010. Over the last six months, I've seen (500) Days of Summer some six or seven times, and the movie still delights me with each viewing. Maybe I'm still a bit of a hopeless romantic, or perhaps my own experience with a life sucking bitch attracts me to this wonderful film. From its quirky but never unrealistic characters to its insightful observations, its unconventional but never gimmicky story structure to a great soundtrack and two wonderful leads, (500) Days was an easy choice for my favorite movie of the year. However, this article isn't so much about the movie's snub out of the field of ten - it could have easily replaced Blind Side, Up in the Air, Avatar or An Education - but rather the Academy's sin of omitting both Zooey Deschanel and Joseph Gordon-Levitt that I find more objectionable. The two create perfectly believable characters who share chemistry, but also make us believe in their incompatibility and why they ultimately fail in their relationship.

The 2009 acting races were rather mundane. After Jeff Bridges and Sandra Bullock both won Golden Globes, the categories were essentially over. Even the bid for nominations was rather mundane, as the fields of five were set just as early. Despite solid fields, neither contest featured anything resembling the top five performances of the year, especially a Best Actor field with many under-appreciated roles. Strong cases could be made for the inclusion of Sam Rockwell in Moon, Robin Williams in World's Greatest Dad, Sharlto Copley in District 9, Viggo Mortensen in The Road and Matt Damon in The Informant!. Yet, it was Gordon-Levitt's dedication to creating a character that was real, and exuding the range of emotions for his character that elevated his movie the most.

Zooey Deschanel stood little chance, considering her last name isn't Mirren or Dench. Neither did she play a Republican or an abused teen from Harlem, so even if she portrayed an honest, young, independent woman, she had little chance. Yet, despite their shared in love in stupid crap, Deschanel's careful characterization demonstrates the drastic differences between these two young people. Their combined performances make us believe that despite how apparent it is that their relationship is doomed, they make us believe just as strongly as Tom does that destiny is at work.



For those who have seen Brick, they already knew of the great potential of Gordon-Levitt, so his perfect performance of a hopeless romantic who listens to indie rock should be no surprise. Gordon-Levitt hits every note of Tom right, as he displays attraction, infatuation, yearning, heartbreak and anger in the course of 90 minutes. We totally believe in Tom's optimism when he finds a cute girl who shares his interest, yet remains blinded to her flaws and her disinterest in a long time commitment. As a result, the audience is just as blind to Summer's disinterest. This helps set up the movie's best scene after Tom seals the deal with Summer. The morning after, as Tom walks to work, a dance number breaks out to Hall & Oates "You Make My Dreams Come True." Tom envisions himself as Han Solo, while a band plays in the background to reflect Tom's mood. Without Gordon-Levitt's controlled but suitably elated performance, the scene raises from a tired gimmick to a perfect reflection of Tom's elation.

Yet, Gordon-Levitt is just as great displaying the depression and refusal that follows a difficult break-up, and then displaying the difficult realization that his lost love has found a greater love in an unknown man. In my case, I lost the girl to some British douchebag who constantly cheated on her. Tom loses Summer to a guy who has never heard of Dorian Gray. I don't know which is worse. When Tom responds by saying, "Roses are red, violets are blue, fuck you, whore," his pain really registers, not because he is simply angry, but because we're so familiar with his investment and we believe in how he feels about Summer, something that Summer remained oblivious to.

On the other hand, while Tom remains idealistic about love, Deschanel perfectly represents Summer, who remains idealistic about living a whimsical, independent life. Summer doesn't want to break Tom's heart, nor remain oblivious to why Tom hurts, but regardless of intent she does. Yet, because Deschanel knows her character so well and respects her character, we don't doubt her obliviousness to Tom's ardor and his pain. We also can't help but be drawn to this precocious woman with an affinity for The Smiths and running around Ikea.

Upon second viewing, one begins to pick up the lost signals that Tom missed as well, a frown here and a moment of boredom there. Summer is a girl who likes taking life from moment to moment, enjoying the randomness that is thrown her way. For a while, Tom serves that purpose, but like many relationships, those moments die out as the weeks and months wear on. Summer grows tired of something that was once exciting, while Tom clings on to a hope and memory that no longer exist. And when Summer does find her love, Deschanel presents as a different character. She seems more mature and self-assured than the girl that lived moment to moment.

Both Gordon-Levitt and Deschanel were supported strongly by a screenplay that was also robbed of a nomination. Scott Neustadter and Michael Weber's screenplay isn't nearly as unconventional as some would like to make it to be, but by crafting real characters in real situations, the writers elevate the material beyond romantic comedy. They present a relationship as it really is - a random memory of different events that is difficult to put together than a linear narrative. Both Deschanel and Levitt pick up on this and help create a story and characters that were wrongfully shunned by the Academy.