Vicky, Cristina, Barcelona

What a lovely movie this is.  I knew I would like but it did exceed my expectation. 

I love a movie that simple tells you a story.  A story that is dreamy yet realistic, full of human emotion and idealism.  I guess idealism cannot be quite be objective, but the presentation of human events can evoke different idealism for different individuals, so I think the objectivity of storytelling is really important.  I HATE when any media that shovels down ideas in my throat, unless it is a beautiful cock and that is beyond the point. 

The pace was fast yet at ease and it brought up a lot of concepts, ideas and emotions that we can sincerely relate to throughout the movie.  At times you tend to conclude what this movie was trying to emphasize in certain stage of the movie, but as the story went on, it steered the direction for the audiences.  Also the Spanish music in the background made it that much more dreamy and surreal.  Overall color scheme was this matured yellow and green with occasional passionate red and the stark contrast of black and white here and there.  

I was wondering what the movie was all about while watching it.  Is romance only sustained upon struggle and imbalance, or is love a dying cause when human being become structured.  Like what Julie in the movie said,  I love him but I am just not in love with him for a very long time.  How does that feel?  I wonder.  Is that the essence of love or the biggest tragedy in the world.  If it is love, or what love eventually evolves into, then is love essentially the lead up to commitment.  And is that essentially what human relationship comes down to, a stuck feeling?  In the movie, Vicky and Cristina constantly ponder this question and they are really the same.  Like what the narrator said in the beginning, when it comes to love, they are just the opposite.  Vicky knew what ideal love was for her and what she deemed the final destiny for her whole life so that is what she went for.  Cristina only knew what she didn't want.  They both found love, one was a committal love and one was just simply passionately in love.  The movie didn't criticize which one was better because no matter how sure or how unsure each of them was, they both took a detour.  One found a temporary chaos on her to permanent structure whereas the other found temporary unconventional structure in her chaotic eternal search of love. 

However, the movie at the end, pulled back to its objectivity of things.  No matter how people tried to steer the course of lives, they still came back or move forward on the main road in their lives.  No matter how dreamy how romantic how ideal Barcelona was, it wasn't for them.  They were simply tourist to Spain, or just tourist to the idealism of different kinds of love in life.  They experienced, learned, matured, and moved on.  Maybe that is what this movie is really about.  But the detour was too beautiful to ignore or forget no matter how powerful the force of nature that life and destiny hold against every body.