Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

This film, I suppose, actually is profound. I think. At the very least it’s a profound mind-f**k. Does that count?

For starters, why the hell would that girl want to spend an evening, let alone two bloody years with that loser? Either the filmmakers didn’t flesh out Jim Carrey’s character enough or they just sort of skipped that part to get to the meat of the story. Secondly, why would anyone want to have any part of their memories erased? I can’t say I’ve ever hurt badly. I reckon I have, but things like that generally roll off with relative ease so maybe I’ve just forgotten. Still, I cannot imagine losing some chunk of memory. Memories make us what we are.

While we’re on that subject how in the hell would that process even be feasible? Since we can all pretty much agree that our experiences make us who we are how could you erase the experiences without radically changing one’s personality? How could you surgically remove all memory of a person without wiping out all memory of the entire time you’ve known that person? Surely all your experiences, even those while alone or with different people, would be colored and contextualized by your relationship with the person being erased.

Fine. Don’t read too much into it. OK, maybe the film wasn’t profound but it was cute. Sort of. I liked it. I don’t really know why. I guess I like quirky even if it’s basically stupid. This flick was definitely quirky.