Back when I was in college, one of my classes happened to be talking about Christmas movies. A classmate was railing against everyone else’s favorites, because, he said, on some level, they all rewarded materialism. It wasn’t even that he thought Christmas movies should be a religious thing, just that a real Christmas movie shouldn’t about giving or getting some thing. Our instructor asked him if he thought there was such a thing as a real Christmas movie, and without missing a beat, my classmate said, "The Ice Storm."
For a lot of people, “summer movie” means action, superheroes, things blowing up, buildings falling down.
I like that stuff, too. I won’t lie about that.
There’s another kind though. And I’ll admit that these movies play to a far smaller audience than those big-budget thrill-fests. But for me, they’re the kind of movies that really capture something about summer. The heat, the sort of aimlessness some of us feel without the constraints of school, and the real rhythms of life.