I love the lead sentence in Stu Van Airsdale‘s 7.13 Movieline piece about Zooey Deschanel, to wit: “[She] has long been something of an emo-dork wet dream for more than just her striking features, lilting voice and commanding screen presence.” Feeling no kinship with emo types or dorks, I’ve never felt the slightest anything for Deschanel. She’s just…whatever. I can roll or not roll with her, but in no way does she push the buzzer.

That said (and as I said on 6.20), 500 Days of Summer “may be, in fact, be the most honest and agreeable blend of romantic headiness and sinking despair since Jerry Maguire.”