After the Golden Globes, I saw sporadic criticism of the movie, La La Land from people who didn’t think the actors merited the award.
“They couldn’t sing or dance well.”
“The story was unrealistic.”
“LA isn’t like that.”
“The ending was hokey.”
Blah blah blah.
Well, I saw the film and I loved it. Love love loved it. It didn’t surprise me that people criticized the things I loved it for: its imperfections.
In our perfect, airbrushed world, expectations of perfection are high. If you dance on film you must be A DANCER. If you sing, you must be A SINGER. If you take your clothes off, you must have A PERFECT BODY. If you’re an actress you must HAVE NO WRINKLES. HAVE BIG BOOBS. HAVE A BIG ASS…
and on and on and on.
I loved the film because of its imperfections, not in spite of them.
I loved the actors because they seemed like real people. Not one fu ck was given by me that the weren’t the best dancers or the best singers. That was endearing to me.
I thought the opening dance number done on a freeway in ONE TAKE was AMAZING. And the tunes were GREAT.
I didn’t see the hokey ending coming BUT I LOVED IT. Because who hasn’t felt those emotions at one time or another in our loves. (Not going to spoil it for you by saying more.)
And I’m not going to let the silly opinions of people who expect flawless perfection to spoil my enjoyment of this movie, which I would see again. And I never like to see films again.
If you haven’t seen it, go. It’s a fantasy. It’s wonderful.
It’s not perfect.
And that’s ok.
Happy Valentine’s Day.