Just went to "Crazy Stupid Love" with a dear friend on her last day of the California visit. When it came to movie choices, I am a more "fight and explode, excitement and thrill" person, but I was still haunted by how she screamed when we saw "Spiderman"... (Yes, it was Spiderman, a very kid movie. Yes, it was episode 1 in 2002, almost 10 years from now. Yes, I was still haunted. I was so embarrassed!...)
Anyway, we chose "Crazy Stupid Love" instead of "Rise of the planet of the apes."
It's a typical movie which utilize a lot of symbols and stereotypes. We laughed, cried, and smiled, interleavingly. I guess there were a thousand kinds of crazy, but there were only one kind of stupid. And love? I can't deny that it hurts, but I think it's ok to be crazy and stupid to believe in Love.
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