I just had the immense misfortune of seeing the first few scenes of (500) Days of Summer, and am glad that I did. I was originally going to write that I wished I hadn't but that would be willingly bypassing the pleasure of knowing that there are still films which can provoke in me deep and deepening reactions. It's the most tonally loathsome, hateful, dippy Indie claptrap I've ever seen, and one film which, had it suddenly become Michael Haneke's Funny Games I'd have been cheered to watch the torturers go about their work. The problem is everything. It's the plonky pianos and shrill Indie siren soundtrack, the arch Author's note "this film is a work of fiction" etc, no resemblance intended especially to ex-girlfriend and so on, which ends with the word "bitch." Slimy fucking ... I can't go on writing this because I keep dissolving in shouts of "fucking arseholes!"