Chasing Amy
I saw “Chasing Amy” last night. I enjoyed it sort of. The theme of meeting someone who finally is the embodiment a lifetimes search for intimacy and companionship was both touching and thought provoking. When the main character tried to solve the central problem of the movie in the absolute worst way possible, I was shouting “No, don’t do it. You’ll regret it.” That moment had the smell of the kind of self-destructive psychological horror story I have come to really enjoy. Thankfully, his solution was not pursued.
On the whole, the movie didn’t work for me in one major way. I don’t think that sex should be treated as casually as it is in this movie. I think there are long term consequences for treating sexual choices with the same gravity as one might muster when choosing ice cream flavors. Those “consequences” are both for the health, the head, and the heart of all involved. But it’s a movie so we all live happily ever after, right?
Potzer, BTW is slang for patzer, a chess term.
