For all my hatred of the Manic Pixie Dream Girl and my disdain of Zach Braff, the fact that Garden State was on HBO was definitely a thing. Oh home, you are so complicated, so beautiful, so terrifying, so difficult.
Maybe lots of people in my generation, at the time of its release or shortly thereafter, connected with the film in a way that they think they just understood or something. It’s bullshit probably. It’s not that I connect with the film in any special way, or frankly ever did, but seeing the shots of a yard with a pool covered in leaves is oddly nostalgic.
"Nostalgia is a sadness without an object," Susan Stewart. It never existed but it’s all gone.