So I finally watched this movie.
I'm not sure what the writer/producer intended to convey—either it is a movie about midlife crisis, or the difficulty involved in sustaining marriage or just in general, love and its complexity—but I somehow found Chloe slightly relatable.
Lol at my life.
And my take-home message from this movie is: People do crazy shit all the time, and it doesn't mean that they love you. People do crazy shit for you, and it doesn't mean that they love you. People do crazy shit, and you think that they did it for you, but really they didn't, and it's not because they love you.
A professor of mine once said this—and at the time I thought it was very wise—that sometimes you just got to take a step back and say, hey, this is not about me, and you can just laugh about it afterwards.
Yes, I thought that was very wise at the moment, although I was still bottled up and angry about it. I couldn't understand until, until actually today, when I watched this movie, and laughed at Chloe—not because I ridicule her or despise her or think less of her in anyway—but because I have been there, done that, and I am finally, relieved and free, laughing at myself.
I found Chloe remotely relatable. But never, ever again would I have a Catherine. My so-called Catherine era is over, and to be disillusioned once and to have enjoyed the clarity of it is to be disillusioned forever. I'm done, and it's only a good thing.
I hope that everyone who doesn't understand what I'm writing about here—and that is, everyone—has never and will never have a Catherine in their life.
Also, Amanda Seyfried is cute. Although I didn't think so for the longest time.
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