The fact that Clementine is a subversion of the manic pixie dream girl (a real life cliche long before it ever became an indie film trope) doesn’t change the fact that her character is anemic. If all we saw of her was in Joel’s memories and the second courtship at the beginning and the end, that’d be acceptable, but given her paralell story with Patrick I feel a little depth could have been in order. And Joel’s character is the typical Charlie Kaufman sad sack, but where Cage, Cusack and Hoffman were able to make that compelling and human, Jim Carrey mostly just gives exagerrated moping expressions. And the less we say about how ridiculous a 42 year old man playing a 20-something looks, the better.
Also, we only see why Joel loves her, not what she would ever see in him. You can make assumptions about the kind of girl she is, what insecurities she’s hiding, and why she’s attracted to sad sacks (and, like me the first twelve times I saw this, you probably did just that, filling in her empty vessel with memories from girls in your own past) but none of that is in the film. In those ways, her character fulfills all the worst parts of the manic pixie dream girl trope like any other film. What separates Clementine from Natalie Portman in Garden State, or Kirsten Dunst in Elizabethtown, is that Kate Winslet is such a phenomenally gifted actor that she actually makes Clementine seem real. As written, I can’t imagine any other actress pulling off anything short of grating. But then you compare the character to Shirley MacClaine in The Apartment or Diane Keaton in Annie Hall, and the shortcomings seem much more apparent. Which is really just praising with faint damnation, because compare any female character in film history to those two and you probably get the same result.
It should be said that I’m not coming from an entirely objective place regarding Clementine. Lines like “I apply my personality on in a paste” only remind me of annoying people I’ve met, not the crazy magical ones, but since this movie came out my Junior year of high school, it can be hard to distinguish which of “those” girls were just imitating Kate Winslet in this movie. In general, this is more the kind of girl I liked in high school than now. And even though that means that the magic of Joel falling in love with her in the film’s opening is lost on me (which we, the audience, are clearly supposed to be doing as well) it might sound silly to complain on such weird and subjective grounds.
But that’s why two characters falling in love always works best when we know who they are. It may not be fair to bring up Annie Hall again (even though Charlie Kaufman started it when his script essentially remade it) but think about Annie and Alvy. We know who they are, where they come from, and what attracts them to each other AS we see them falling in love. We never get that info here (sorry, but hiding under a table and killing an injured bird do NOT amount to real character development) so even upon rewatching the film, your connection is mostly required on you filling in the blanks with your own past, which is the exact same thing that bad romantic comedies do. This is NOT a bad romantic comedy, by any means, but that’s probably why these problems stand out so much more.
Of course, I spend all this time talking about the small (but important) parts of the movie that don’t work because you already know that the rest is totally and utterly brilliant. The script, the direction, the photography, the editing, it’s all sublime. But in my book, those two characters are the difference between an A+ and an A.