2010 is not a leap year.
I don’t have Tivo or a DVR at my house, which is why for the past two weeks I’ve had the distinct pleasure of watching commercials. Christmas sure came early this year.
Between the standard Christmas-time ads that speak to the noble commercialization of a religious holiday and the spots for local lounges that seduce you with “tantalizing cocktails,” pretty much every commercial break I’ve seen has featured a trailer for what is sure to be a cinematic gem– Leap Year. While I admire the optimisim with a January 8th release (just in time for Oscar nods!), there’s one big problem with that date: the year.
Just some background on the plot for those of you who are unfamiliar and would like a little more detail than the poster offers: Amy Adams thinks that her boyfriend is going to propose–he gives her earrings instead and jets off to Ireland. Her dad (John Lithgowe, who, ever since this season of Dexter I have thenceforth referred to as Trinity) is then like, “Oh em gee, in Ireland, women can propose on Leap Day, February 29th.” So then Ms. Adams feels all empowered and is totally stoked on the fact that Ireland allows women a whole day for breaking gender roles, and she immediately hops on a plane. Of course, plans go awry and she ends up with some saucy Irish lad (Matthew Goode) who she can’t stand but he’s her only ride and they have to pretend they’re married and sleep in the same bed but after a while they come to realize they’re in love and Amy has her big decision to make.
Basically, it’s a mix between P.S. I Love You and Chasing Liberty, from which I suspect they stole a couple of scenes and just superimposed Amy Adams’ head on Mandy Moore’s body. And actually, if you combine the Rotten Tomatoes scores for the two, Leap Year can expect to get about 40% positive reviews, which is only 20% away from being considered “fresh,” so good prospects there.
But anyway, I can ignore the fact that Leap Year is just a run-of-the-mill recycled romantic comedy. What I can’t ignore is the Gregorian inaccuracy.
As any standard calendar will tell you, 2010 is not a leap year. Yet, that is the name of the film. Either the writers penned some out-of-place correction line, such as “Wow, aren’t you so glad it’s 2012!?”, thus making it an awkwardly futuristic ro-com, or the distributers decided to take a leap of faith and release a film in a year that does not contain the particular day around which the entire movie is based.
Stop overthinking things, it’s not a big deal.
I’m sorry, it’s what I do, and I am not about to spend $13 to see a movie written and distributed by hacks that are apparently unfamiliar with calendars. Plus, if they had taken the time to familiarize themselves, they would realize that February 29, 2012 is not only the next actual Leap Day, but it’s also a Wednesday, which is a perfectly acceptable day to release a movie. What a missed opportunity. Rookie mistake.
I think I’ll just pay for my Netflix subscription that month instead.