I, too, am willing to go the distance

Yes, this is a movie review. Well, sort of. In the risk of ruining the gumball that is Drew Barrymore and Justin Long's newest movie, Going the Distance, I'm shooting for the stars to write something of the sentiments that I could no longer contain. And also, there will be spoilers. So be very wary.

First off, I will start with this declaration: It is better than 500 days of Summer. While the very much riveted Deschanel-Levitt Indie film is more to my usual taste, Going the Distance, however managed to arrest me in an immensity much stronger than Tom and Summer's Ikea date.

Which therefore gets me to say that Tom Hansen is no longer my dream boy. He could suck up all The Smiths that he could get, which, by the way, never really approached my music bubble, (yes I'm no fan, Oh I'm very truly sorry) - because Garrett Grant and me will be busy hoarding the pub game machine. Granted, I don't know the game, but still. I share Erin's incessant need to top even her own score, and for a girl who once played on some random guy's mobile word game in a party instead of talk to him (which, I then found out, was decorum) - I'd like a guy who can make me sweat for a run on a Text Twist High Score. It also goes for other games, except NBA Live, because I suck at that.

They didn't even have to try. Erin and Garrett? Nobody fell into the deep, hopeless, pining over the other. One night, after a couple of beer, and a domineering win at some friday night general knowledge quiz, before a Top Gun poster, were two Shawshank suckers; and in the span of a monologue act-out and a humor to let someone play the soundtrack to their hookup, they were caught.

That's comforting to me, kind of, to know that you could still meet a person who, without an effort, fits you. Who, when he says, "That sucked!" after he had just followed you inside the airport, you understand, and know, immediately, what he's talking about and burst out the ever-elusive, relationship-defining, "I know!". Because when, "you know," you really just know.

And how could you ever turn down a guy who's fantasy of death would be to die eating tortellini? Only the dumbest would dump someone, who, in the first place, was willing to answer Q&A probing of your life-altering album and not say, "None." Oh God I hate that.

In the middle of making this post, (I was googling whether it was an album that Erin had asked Garrett for and not a song), I stumbled upon a review who incidentally contrasted mine on-point. It said that the movie wasn't able to live up to the 500 Days hype. As pretty as Zooey was, an introverted, ghostly-pretty Summer would not be able to compare to Erin Lankfurt, editor-hating, Cruise-loving, LOL-ing Erin, promising intern for the New York Sentinel.

After Garrett's stint of the oblivion, non-committing dating life, he found himself saying I love you to a girl he had just met weeks before, and been in a short, long-distance affair with. But when he said I love you, you believed him. You believe that any guy could just as easily transform from a roll-with-the-punches jerkoff to someone who would cross the coast for you, if the girl was ERL-a slob, albeit endearing, girl who just happened to be your Ms. Right. You believe that any two different people, once they'd met, and they were soulmates, would just know, and would just be nothing short of in love.

Another favorite scene is when they watched The Boxer Rebellion, and Garrett made that speech about real talent going down the waste in place of some commercialized Jonas Brother-lookalikes that could make John Lennon weep. Are there any more of those guys left? I'm sure they are, but I seem to be so far off their spectrum, or maybe I'm really just no Erin Lankfurt - but even Erin Lankfurt didn't know she was an Erin Lankfurt. Until Garrett made her feel like she was the girl.

It was sappy, in some way, but the movie had the kind of dialogue that if not happening in real life, made you wish it was happening in real life, because if it did, what a cool world this must be.

They've always told me not to get hooked to movies too much, because I end up dazing to the idea of a well-tooled Happy Ending. But if the movie was Going the Distance, and your leading man was Garrett Grant, who religiously follow your work online even if you were broken up, why is it so wrong to wish that life, was, indeed, like a movie?

Is a boy with a job he hates, and a ragged apartment that comes with a creepy room mate; a boy who gets a fake tan, and a boy who's best mother reference was a life owed to her vagina, too much to ask? Are we really in such scarcity of men? Have we really gone abundant with Jed Mosleys (refer to How I met your Mother Episode: The Wedding Bride)? If so, then trash all The Boxer Rebellion and other genius music alike, put on Iyaz (no offense), wear too much make up, too few clothes, flirt with a beer-chugging, disco-popping, loser, with his shirt collar up, and quote Vanilla Twilight lyrics (again, no offense) as our next day's status of our newly-found affair.

But then again, if it comes to that, I would gladly live alone, with my ipod on.

Because today, my playlist has grown richer thanks to an awesome soundtrack, which takes us full circle to Going the Distance, and the amazingness of a Justin Long-laden screen.