Joe and I went to see “Silver Linings Playbook” last night because we thought, at the time, that we wanted to see all the Oscar nominees for Best Picture before the awards are announced. Since then, I’ve learned that “Life of Pi” and “Zero Dark Thirty” are nominated, and I have zero intention of seeing them — each offends me on some difficult-to-express level, just by its existence — so we won’t be seeing all the nominees after all. Still, “Silver Linings Playbook” was worthwhile. Here are my quick thoughts:
They did a pretty good job of showing what a panic attack can be like.
The Stevie Wonder song turned out to be a loaded gun in act one that didn’t go off in act three. Surely they intended to use it as a stakes-raising gimmick during the dance contest (one of the other couples dancing to it) but backed off. Good for them. That would have felt cheap. On the other hand, it is weird that they built it up as a threat so hugely in the early part of the movie then let it completely drop. Maybe that’s supposed to imply that that’s how healing yourself from panic attack triggers works?
Bradley Cooper’s performance was terrific, surprisingly understated given the bipolar “movie of the week” kind of vibe of the film overall.
Jennifer Lawrence is turning out to be a real, bona-fide movie star. Yay hometown girl!
It would have been funny if they’d been plowed down by a bus at the end when they were kissing in the street, mirroring his frustration with “A Farewell to Arms.” But I guess I’m evil.