There was a part of me that wanted to maniacally giggle to myself while I suggested this film as a Valentine’s Day must, relishing in the idea that you too would have to suffer the way I did while I naively watched this film. Here’s how it happened, one dreary, snowed in night last year in Boston, I, with a glass of red wine in hand, skipped through my options on Netflix and landed on one with pretty people on the cover (Ewan McGregor and Eva Green), saw the genre label “romance” and thought that it was an obvious choice. I did not read the description or google reviews. As 20 minutes of the film passed and the characters began to loose their senses, their futures growing more and more impossibly tragic, I told myself that something will have to happen to make it optimistic again. Emboldened by the traitorous red wine in hand, I kept watching until the end, where sure, love is a conqueror of sorts, but I’m left in an unshakable mood and ditch the movie watching for sleep.
Perfect Sense is an unhappy movie as I learned the hard way. But there are pretty people and there is romance.