Wuv, twue wuv!

I’m a guy who likes chick flicks. I always have. It started by watching old movies when I was young. Movies like “Philadelphia Story”, “Father Goose”, “My Fair Lady” and “Breakfast at Tiffany’s”. You could probably blame my mom, but I don’t know if it was her influence or if I’ve always been so romantic. It’s not dead, you see? Romance. Even if it’s misguided or delusional, it’s not dead!

Reading a lot of books probably didn’t help, either. I guess a lot of writers–at least the ones I’ve read–are romantics at heart. How many stories, including screenplays, end up with some kind of happy ending? There’s a reason the “Hollywood ending” is a thing. I suppose you could place some blame on the director or the producers for movies, but it exists in literature too.

I guess there’s a part in all of us that really hopes that true love and “happily ever after” exist. It’s one of the things that can give meaning to our lives: a kiss from a loved one, a hug from a child, knowing you have an influence on someone else’s life and they want you in it.

I saw a movie called “27 Dresses” yesterday. I don’t know if I should admit that. It was fine, it really was. It had a few handsome Hollywood faces in it that belong to actors that probably have real talent. It didn’t seem too cheesy or cornball. In fact, now that I think of it, maybe they did a better job avoiding that with this movie than most romantic comedies. But even if it had been done differently, I would probably still fall for the idea of love. Even though you can see the ending coming from the start and predict almost every turn, it’s still an enjoyable ride for me. I thought the guy was hot, the girl was lovely and it ends happily ever after. THE END