I am about 80 percent with the guys on the topic of chick flicks. Only 80 percent because there are a lot of guys who are real jerks about it, dismissing practically any movie that isn’t all about cars and guns as a “chick flick” without considering actual quality. A good movie can be about anything. What I hate about typical “romantic” movies is that the women in most of them are stupid and annoying. I can’t identify with them at all. And the dying thing … why are movies in which the woman dies so popular? Maybe because death precludes the inevitable. Let’s be honest: if the girl in Love Story had lived another two or three years that couple would have ended up as bitter divorcees.
“What can you say about a twenty-eight-year-old girl who sued me for half of everything I own?”
And the perennial emphasis on young pretty people causes its own disconnect:
You know what’s really romantic? Two people getting married, living an ordinary life and growing old together. Two ninety+ year olds holding hands that’s romantic. But that doesn’t play well at the box office.
Occasionally, though, it makes a decent song. Cue the Debster:
Sitting at the table tonight
You look so beautiful in the candlelight
And looking at her, looking at him
After fifty years
I pictured you and I and candlelight
And we would look so beautiful
And two young kids
Would be wishing they were us
I used to be one of those kids. I think. But hope can take only so much dashing.