The Last Kiss

On one hand, it confirmed for me what I think I already know--that, for the most part (a few good ones aside), men shouldn't interact with woman on an emotional level until their 30's. All the men in this film are whiny babies. They're unsatisfied with their lives, do a lot of shitty things to the girls they're dinking, and for the most part, go unaccountable for their uber wrong actions. I think it might be the first time I was rooting for the girl not to end up with the guy.

That's not to say there's no blame to lay on the leading ladies. Rachel Bilson plays the classic "prowler"--you know the one... she's a sideline lurker, just waiting for the puck to drop; for that thread to pull. But in the end, unless you're a wee bit of a crack pot, I'm ready and willing to argue that all girls in their mid-late twenties are looking, in one way or another, for a relationship. No matter how free they may appear to be. Take me on. Just try me.

I think there's something to be said for balancing a movie's romantic angst with at least one couple in a healthy relationship. I believe they exist. I refuse to admit that all consummated partnerships are as negative as this film portrays them to be.

And with that--yes, I realize this is a movie and not reality.

But I'm disapointed, nonetheless.