Sunday, February 14, 2010

Happily Ever After

I hate romantic movies.
They are so annoying.
They're unrealistic and exasperating.
Hell, I don't mind fantastic themes.
As long as they're sold as fantastic.
Action movies are unrealistic.
However, no ones tries to pass them off as if they were realistic.
I don't have problems with them.
I like action movies.
Now, romantic movies are another story.
They try to sell their fairy tale as real.
Seriously.
Stuff like that doesn't happen.
Maybe I'm being close minded.
I'm sure it happens.
To around two people out of a hundred million.
I mean, it takes two to make a thing go right.
I guess you could say I'm bitter.
Pessimistic.
A party pooper.
But I'm not.
I'm just annoyed.
Usual romantic movie premise:
Outcast girl loves sex-god, in-crowd boy who doesn't know she's alive.
Except the outcast girl looks like Anne Hathaway or Julia Stiles.
Which translates to beautiful.
The sex-god is an asshole.
Or a nice boy in disguise.
So then the movies have two options.
Option one: beautiful, outcast girl ends with sex god.
Option two: beautiful, outcast girl ends with beautiful, outcast best friend.
It is usually the second option.
Either way, everyone is gorgeous.
Everyone ends up happily ever after.
Everyone but the witch bitch.
She ends up alone and hated.
In jail or somewhere worse.
Maybe dead if the movie was remotely different.
The outcast doesn't have to be beautiful.
I lied about that.
She could be homely looking.
However, the two end options still hold true.
Except for everyone being beautiful.
Which bothers me more.
If I'm going to see some fantastical tale, I want my actors and actresses to be beautiful.
Not homely.
Especially not homely and with a beautiful boyfriend.
Might as well take the fantasy all the way and make everyone beautiful.
I'm not saying that I'm not romantic.
I just want a movie that is both realistic and romantic.
Take Juno.
That was somewhat realistic and romantic.
Well, dysfunctional but realistic.
It didn't need some stupid premise.
I don't think I'm asking for too much.
Seriously.

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