I watched Down To You last night. Purely for the nostalgia of the days before the “romcom” formula became so terribly hackneyed, and for the the days when I thought it just could not get any better than one Mr Freddie Prinze Jr.
I knew exactly how the story was going to play out, I remembered all my most favourite parts. I still admired the way Julia Stiles beats the stereotype and has so much fun dancing to some soulful music.
It was perfect in my mind, although I will admit that this clip makes me say “what was I thinking?”
(It’s faster than it was in the movie, but that doesn’t change how bad it is.)
The movie definitely has its haters. The online movie experts (read: bitter know-it-alls hiding behind the LCD screen and the keyboard) have nothing good to say about it, but to me it still feels like this movie represents the way I (could, possibly, with a little effort to overcome my post-adolescent cynicism) think love should be. Also, it makes eating cake exciting.
I’m allowed a trip back to my more naïve days once in a while. I mean, I just thought Julia was so cool, and I died for the scar on Freddie’s chin (yes, I was looking that closely).
I’m not planning on building myself a house at the top of Memory Lane, though! 🙂
Nkhensani Manabe 