I watched High Fidelity again tonight.
Or as I like to think of it; the secret sequel to Say Anything.
Let’s be real; Diane Court could totally make it onto Lloyds desert island, all-time top five most memorable breakups. In my headcanon, they broke up after the summer in England.
You should be, Diane. Growing up is awful and nothing lasts forever. Not even Lloyd Dobler and Diane Court.
I know. Supersad. Lloyd changes his name to Rob and moves to Chicago and on to Charlie. She dumps Rob.
Rob, true to his teen self, gets sentimental when it rains.
Rob rebounds by hooking up with Corey/Sarah.
No you don’t. It makes sense. You’re dumped. She’s dumped. You’re old friends. And then she dumps you.
Yes, quite the change from the boundless enthusiasm of teenagers.
Life kind of has a way of changing you into an asshat.
Who even knows when you’re almost 30.
Enter Laura and Llyod/Rob exhanges
And then you have the rest of the movie, which teaches us that with impeccable taste in music - the girl is yours, even if you’ve happened to turn into a douchecanoe during the course of growing up.