(Hoyt's Cinemas Falmouth MA) As a music lover, I love a movie about how you can express yourself with someone else's art, in this case, the art of the mix tape. At the end of the movie, where Rob finally learns how to make a mix tape for his girlfriend, because he's finally learned to think about her feelings, gave me chills. The awesome Stevie Wonder song helped too.
I bought this movie on DVD, and I remember looking for a movie to watch while recovering from a recent breakup. I got as far as Rob's first line in the movie ("Which came first? The music or the misery?") before I pressed EJECT, and looked for something else:
What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?