On my last evening home, I had to pick an extra special movie to watch. I wanted to watch something that I love dearly, makes me laugh, makes me cry, and--most importantly--was available on Netflix. In the Watch it Again category, I saw Good Will Hunting. It was perfect.
Good Will Hunting is one of my favorite movies of all time. Just for reference, the film was directed by Gus Van Sant (Milk), released in 1998, won two Academy Awards, scored a 97% on Rotten Tomatoes, and stars Matt Damon, Robin Williams, Ben Affleck, Minnie Driver, Stellan Skarsgård, etc. In all honesty, none of that shit really matters. It's all just fluff. Awards and critics praises don't make this one of my favorite films. What does, however, is the way it makes me feel.
The term "feel-good" is often used to describe movies. It is specifically applicable for GWH. What I love most about the masterpiece is the warm, gooey sensation that settles deep in the innermost part of my stomach. It's pretty inexplicable, but it's a sensation that many other films have tapped into. It's almost like a high; a spectacular pain that results from an experience a particular movie gives me. It is the whole reason why I spend soo much time watching movies and why they mean so much to me.
Good Will Hunting is the type of movie that leaves you grinning from ear to ear. It's impeccably smart, and not just the complex math equations; the dialogue is clever, the characters are complex, and the relationships are realistic.
A genius names Will runs with a rough crowd. He's a southie from southern Boston. Presumably, south Boston is not known for its stellar public schools. That being said, Will Hunting has a job as a janitor at Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT). For fun, Will likes to solve super difficult math problems and fight kindergarten bullies. His latter habit gets him in trouble. Will assaults a cop after being ripped off of his former bully and faces jail time. Fortunately for him, his first favorite leisure activity may just save him. Will cracks two extraordinarily difficult equations which leads Professor Gerald Lambeau to take notice. The professor works out a deal to help Will avoid jail time if he sees a weekly therapist and works alongside Lambeau doing math. EW!
Suffice to say, Will is none too happy about having to see a shrink. He makes it super difficult for each doc he sees with his smart ass-ness and cross analysis. Lambeau finally resorts to his final option--his roommate from college, Sean McGuire. The relationship between the ex-roomies is icy to say the least. They constantly butt heads over the right way to deal with Will.
All the while, Will meets a quite lovely lady named Skylar. Skylar is a Harvard student who meets Will @ a bar and is immediately attracted to his quick-wit and the fact that he ain't bad looking. They go on dates; it's cute. Later on, Skylar proclaims her love for Will and asks him to go to Stanford with him, to which Will responds with, "Ehhh...I'm fucked up. Cnt. Sry. Bye."
If that wasn't emotional enough, Sean gets his breakthrough with Will. IT'S BEAUTIFUL AND SAD AND PERFECT! Things start looking up for Will. Lambeau wants Will to take a serious job and it seems like he is finally ready to take it. He doesn't show up to the job and plagiarizes his therapist/soulmate in his reasoning. "Sry. Gotta go see about a girl!"
The perfect ending to the perfect movie.