Thursday, September 1, 2011

Something Borrowed


Okay, so the real reason I made this blog is because if I do not sit down to think and write about these films I will feel as if I have wasted hours of my life staring at pretty people kissing in the rain. I have already watched three this week and now I am forcing myself to write about the most recent, Something Borrowed. (So this could be rough and messy and just an excuse to go and watch more girls give non-committal men pep talks).



This movie centered on the friendship between Darcy (Kate Hudson) and Rachel (Ginnifer Goodwin). I always feel dismayed when movies set up female friendships to fail: Rachel sleeps with Darcy's fiance, but only because she's been secretly in love with him since law school and he also had feelings for her. Darcy is then doomed to be characterized by selfish and arrogant and ultimately disloyal (she admits cheating on her future husband who looks exactly like Tom Cruise, but was probably cheaper). None of this feels genuine or real or natural - just the manipulative creation of a villain. I hate it when the villain is the female friend. It is like a warning to women: do not trust your own kind. And those words that people always use about female friends (I cringed when they came up in my women's studies class when I was a freshman) like "catty." The movie has a somewhat happy ending with a half-hearted promise of a reunion of the two friends after all the secrets and affairs, but what the film really does is push the two women to men. So sad. During the final confrontation I really thought that Darcy was going to accuse Rachel of being in love with her. Soul mates = best friends kind of thing, but no.

Then there is Claire! Poor Claire! John Krasinski's character (Ethan) sleeps with her "but is not in love with her," then avoids her, then lies to her by telling her he is gay so that she will stop flirting with him. The worst of it though is that at the end of Darcy's bachelorette party she gets the brush-off while Darcy and Rachel have a sleep over. Claire is rejected by men and women alike. I think this is because she broke a rule: she went after the guy. Claire constantly came onto Ethan using cheesy pick-up lines and not so subtle innuendos; she acted actually a lot like Marcus, the "shark" who charms women by telling them about the time he made leg splints for a tiny chipmunk and carried it around in a baby bjorn; she acted like a man. Ladies, don't ever take the initiative. Wait around for decades while the man you love gets engaged to your best friend, stay strong, and maybe eventually he will decide to kiss you after he finds out that you had a crush on him in law school.

Well, that seems like enough right? Time for another!

Monday, August 29, 2011

An Introduction

Currently, I am trying to deal with the museum of fantasies (and possibly delusions, definitely a few illusions) that have wriggled in between my teeth. No one really flosses, so there has to be some other way of getting my subconscious to stop expecting song dedications from bad boys being backed up by the marching band. I recently read through my high school year book: the word "sarcastic" appears 27 times, yet, fresh out of college four years later I think of myself as a true, though perhaps embarrassed and unenthused, closet Romantic. Give me Keats. Give me Shakespeare. Give me Julia Roberts in thigh-high pleather boots.

How did this happen? I am a rational being, an independent sort of spirit. Why do I constantly fantasize over meet-cutes? Did I actually just make a speech to this guy that we can't always wait for perfect timing, that "things like this" don't happen all over the place, willy-nilly, that when you find "things like this" you have to just "go for it," and did I expect him to buy it? And did I expect myself to buy it?

I am going to now stop asking rhetorical questions. I am going to state my purpose: to write about films in the loose genre of romantic comedies. Because while I could not scientifically prove that these films are the reason that I have what may possibly be unreasonable expectations of romantic relationships (including speeches, dance numbers, and shooting stars), we all know that they are probably 20-80% of the problem. These movies deserve to be scrutinized by the skeptic's eye and I know, maybe everybody is doing it because no one really takes rom-coms seriously (everyone rolls their eyes at rainy kisses), but I do take them seriously because they have seriously effected my life probably. I do not intend to rip them up or prove them wrong or silly or unuseful, I don't want to. I just want to open up ideas of romance to encompass more than committed men and weepy women.