Monday, July 4, 2011
Scarlett Johansson Indulges Animal Instincts
In Latin America, people often view the United States thru "romantic" movies, which they don't find romantic at all. Though Julia Roberts or Jennifer Aniston may be shopping for the right guy, the wisdom of self-protection and the ideal of self-sufficiency never let them fall into a drug-like state of "this is the only person in the world, so let's throw all caution and reason to the wind then get lost in the primal land of scents, tastes, breasts and muscles."
Like many Americans, I fall somewhere between these extremes, but I'm happy to have learned much about life from both. Vicky Cristina Barcelona is a witty road-trip thru these divergent emotional landscapes. So, is love a dish best served steaming hot? (And how far did Johansson and Obama follow their passions?) If one makes a wise decision about the type of character to fall in love with, one can somewhat-safely plunge into primal hormonal bliss. Yet, if one begins with romantic folly: "I know he beat his ex, but he's cute and might change," all goes downward from there. Animal instincts are fabulous, if you pick the right animal.