A Merry War . . . Or
Helena Bonham Carter plays a woman in love with a man who for the majority of the movie makes you want to give him a good hard slap.
I think that alternate title for this movie sums the story up in a nutshell. I watched this movie because I like Helena Bonham Carter so very much. The problem is with the character of Gordon Comstock, the man she loves.
Gordon is a talented "jingle" writer for an advertising agency. His boss likes him, and the aforementioned Bonham Carter plays a woman who loves him. His older sister dotes on him. He's even got a rich friend who helps him get a small collection of poems published.
To say that Gordon lets his literary success go to his head would be an understatement. He quits his job and sets out trying to become next Byron, or Shelly, or whatever. The rest of the movie is about how he learns that while there may be nothing wrong with being poor, there's nothing particularly right about it either.
The whole movie is pretty much given up to one scene after another of Gordon making a jackass out of himself until he finally knocks his girlfriend up --why she would have put up with his behavior boggles the mind-- and returns to the advertisement agency and lives happily ever after.
In short, Gordon is the sort of person who makes me mad because he doesn't appreciate the good fortune that he has. His friends cut him breaks that I doubt anyone would in real life. By the time of the end, I almost felt like shouting at the screen to the lovely Helena Bonham Carter, "Hey, ditch that idiot. I'll treat and love you the way you deserve!"
But then I remembered I was just watching a movie. Oh, well.