The Manic Pixie Dream Girl: Yours, Mine and Ours

This comes from a very recent listen to the most recent Filmspotting podcast, co-starring Nathan Rabin, the author of ‘My Year Of Flops’ and helmer of the now film-famous ‘Manic Pixie Dream Girl.’ For some background, Manic Pixie Dream Girls are, in Rabin’s words, characters who “are a joy-rendered-flash, who sort of swoop into the lives of these sad sacks [male counterparts in the film], these depressed, very passive men, and they reignite their lust for life…”
Natalie Portman in Garden State, Kate Hudson in Almost Famous, Diane Keaton in Annie Hall (for more, go here.) They’re dangerous, sexy, cute, wild and inspiring. They make their potential lovers want to live their life. Or relive it, for better and worse.
The last year of my life has been a bit of a whirlwind: I graduated college, made my first feature, sent my first script out for inevitable rejection, lost a girl I cared about deeply, made that feature about another one.
It’s a vulnerable, free time, full of 3-day stints on sets and 1-day stints driving cargo vans around New York City. The other days are spent editing docs and writing potential features, taking meetings with people who might be able to give me money to make something of myself. There’s little time for a girlfriend, but more than enough time for a Manic Pixie Dream Girl. They are, after all, timeless. With them, time stands still. Just another obstacle that fall away for that brief encounter with Heaven.
In the middle of a recent “man talk” with a friend of mine, he said something regarding the subject: “It’s attractive, you know, dangerous girls. I don’t know why. I guess it’s the same way with girls who like bad boys. Maybe it’s goes away when you get older.”
Don’t bet on it.
Why is Almost Famous one of the most re-watchable films of all time? Why is Elizabethtown one of my guiltiest pleasures? Why?
It would seem the answer is pretty simple: the girl. Who doesn’t want to find the Manic Pixie Dream Girl? No matter how young or old, rich or poor, we constantly look for reasons to keep living. Not breathing, but living. With purpose. For pleasure. The Manic Pixie Dream Girl is the promise of a neverending Honeymoon period. Of course, they only exist in feature films, but pay that no nevermind.
If I choose to make my life a film, surely she will reveal herself to me. I’ve met many in my life. They reinvigorate, lift you up, then, inevitably, bring you down. It’s appropriately manic.
Blame Cameron Crowe. Blame Zach Braff. But, in the end, blame no one. Because where would be without the Manic Pixie Dream Girls? That’s right, the 1950s, and nobody wants that.
Who’s your Manic Pixie Dream Girl?



