I agree, not exactly with the chick flick generalization (although they did turn most every song into a shredded compost of horrid self-pity and a somewhat hedonistic view of 'love') but with the basic idea of your comment. This movie took a setlist that included, but was not limited to, tackling the percieved notions of free speech, human rights, anarchy in government, racial prejudice, and overall love and tolerance for one's body and soul, and transmogrified it into "I'm so in love with a girl I just met, let's pretend we have problems." Granted, I do see that the characters have some problems, but they don't tackle the majority of them with the songs, instead choosing to only sing about two; falling in love, and wanting to be somebody. When you put it like this, one can argue that Mamma Mia! had more depth with their songs. This movie really makes me mad, both as a lover of movies and the Beatles. Perhaps this is due to a blinded 'fanboyism' of the Beatles' work on my part, and I have no ill thoughts against others that may have enjoyed Julie Taymore's love ballad, but I strain to think of things in this movie I didn't despise, spare my relief that they did not touch such masterpieces as "Long, Long, Long" or "Mother Nature's" Son". (Blackbird, however, will never be the same.)
Also, I commend khkwang for realizing that sometimes a temporary loss of pride can be much more admired than a permanent loss of happiness; I had to attempt this movie four times until I could finally make it to the end credits and feel 'worthy' of voicing an opinion on this tripe.
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