Alright, so, I watched this movie today. It’s called “A perfect ending”. It’s sort of a lesbian movie. Lesbians are definitely the target audience.
It wasn’t the greatest lesbian movie I’ve ever seen. Not by far. One of the lead actresses, Jessica Clark, is really hot, though, and dare I say it, totally my type.
Every now and then it surprises me to discover that I do indeed have a type, and she falls right into it.
I didn’t want to write about her or my type, though.
What I want to write about is how unexpectedly this movie touched me. Or something in it. And it’s hard to figure out what exactly it was that touched me or why.
The movie was full of clichés. The soundtrack wasn’t great, the sound editing even worse. The photography downright awful, especially the hundred and one close ups. I believe I understand what the director wanted to achieve with those, but I found it more annoying than enlightening.
Yet, there was something quite profound about the story. It wasn’t overly romantic and there was no happy ending, despite what the title might suggest.
Whatever drove this movie, the story, was entirely carried by the two lead actresses. It was enough for me to want to watch the whole thing and enough to be touched on a level that few movies ever reach.
Writing about something usually helps me to figure the thing out. I’m trying to get there. But I’m traipsing about in the dark ever so slightly. That usually indicates that whatever it is I am looking for is not elusive on it’s own accord, but because I am pushing it away.
I’ve read mixed reviews of the movie, which is why I didn’t have high expectations watching it. In the end, though, any movie is what we make of it. It doesn’t matter how well or how badly something is reviewed. It matters how we receive and perceive whatever is going on on the screen.
I perceived something and received something in accordance. I was touched.
Whatever others may make of this movie, it gave me something and I can take something away from it. I think it’s because there was love there. Genuine love. I believed those actresses and their portrayal of their respective characters. And that counts for a lot. I think it’s the only way a movie can actually succeed: we have to believe the characters.
Whatever their story may be, whatever they may be going through doesn’t really matter. We need to be able to believe them. It’s the only way we can identify with them and thus care about what happens to them.
I don’t identify with either of the characters, mind you. But I understood them, both of them. I could identify with their needs and wants. Which may very well be how the movie managed to get to me.
Those two actresses made me believe in their characters. I ended up caring more than I expected and was touched.
Again, others may not agree. I guess it depends on what you’re looking for in a movie like this. Some may say that the two actresses had no chemistry whatsoever. I wouldn’t agree with that. Others will say that the story wasn’t believable. It had a bit of a Lifetime movie feel to it, but who cares.
I enjoyed the movie despite myself and it wasn’t meant to be a grand cinematic experience. As I said, any movie or TV show for that matter is what you make of it. No director can ever hope to reach everyone, but they all want to reach someone. That’s why they call it a target audience.
Mind you, some only reach for the wallets of their audience, but this movie wasn’t one of them.
“A perfect ending” got enough of me, managed to get deep enough into me, that I wanted to write about it, about how it touched me. If I were the director of the movie it would be all I could possibly hope for.