Hubs and I watched Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist last week. Cute, cute, though it did have "Indie" stamped all over it (though it's a Sony picture).
The movie tells the story of Nick, the only straight musician in a gay band. Nick's girlfriend, Triss, has recently broken up with him, and he's having a pretty hard time getting over it. By the time he's created a mix tape titled "Closure: Volume 12," his friends are fed up. So they pounce on sweet Norah, who happens to be an acquaintance of Triss (and Nick's mix tapes) when she shows up at a club one night.
Soon, Nick's friends are convincing him to spend the evening with Norah searching for the elusive performance of underground band Where's Fluffy? In exchange, the friends promise to make sure Norah's drunk confidante gets home all right.
After one sleepless night, the duo manage to end up at the secret concert. In the process, Nick's found a way to slip the chokehold of Triss, and Norah's discovered that she doesn't have to be everyone's caretaker.
It's a great little love story, and it made me remember what it was like to be so young, when everything seemed so important, and when a rock song really could change your life.