'Sweet November' Evokes Sour Taste

It is difficult to describe “”Sweet November”” without comparing it to a “”Love Story”” redone for the millennium. That’s exactly what it is, and I don’t mean that as a compliment. It is a remake of a 1968 film called “”Sweet November.””

Only now, everything is awfully cute and politically correct.

Cue entrance of token gay neighbor/drag queen with amazing job — because gay people can have important positions, you know. Of course, we would all love to be vegan animal lovers living out our dreams in the most expensive city in the world, mysteriously affording a lush apartment without actually working. Of course we should all live as if money doesn’t matter. Soft-focus lenses and colored light would be a plus, too.

I fundamentally disagree with the treatment of the majority of the underlying issues in this film. Additionally, it is boring.

I don’t like chick flicks, and “”Sweet November”” reminds me why. Boy-meets-girl-and-almost-loses-girl ad infinitum. But I won’t give away the ending in case you like Keanu Reeves and want to see it, just for the pleasure of seeing him as the rat-race-loving ad man, Nelson.

Reeves can’t act. Sorry, but he just can’t. Charlize Theron saves the day as the woman whose task in life is to “”save”” men. I’m sure a lot of women will identify with this aspect of the film.

The film should come with a warning label that says, “”This is a film, not a representation of real life.”” Cue hundreds of females rushing out to save the first and best traumatized male in their immediate environment. Gals, don’t go there. It doesn’t work that way in real life.