Popcorn and Other Sap
Dec. 12th, 2002 05:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kilroySo I was up last night until 4 in the morning because I wanted to watch a romantic movie. And today I watched another one. Both were the sort of good-natured end-of-the-twentieth-century comedy/romances about how it would be if magic did happen; about unrealistically real people who make mistakes and make up for them in the pursuit of the one person they know they have to be with.
I adore these kinds of movies-- I love a healthy dose of total, absolute escapism. Movies like these make sense in a way that the world fundamentally doesn't; they follow certain rules, just like action movies or horror films. You can predict almost every line, every scene, and every plot device with uncanny accuracy, but you still leave the film with a wonderful glow precisely because things ended the way that they should.
Should, that is, by the rules of the movie. Real life would scare me if it worked like that.
I wonder sometimes what this feeling I get when I watch a romantic movie alone is; it's pretty potent, all things considered. Is it a desire to go out and do chivalrous and amazing things, like the protagonists? Or a desire to have that kind of sweeping, epic romance in my life? Or perhaps regret that I don't?
I don't think so. I think, in the final analysis, that it's something much simpler than that.
There's never anyone next to me at that moment, who I can touch to prove that I wasn't alone when it happened. That is the most romantic thing for me... just being with someone else when the world moves you. When you watch a romantic movie that really works for you and there's no one there to share it with, it's a very lonely feeling.
So, I'm not wasting the emotion this time. I'm shouting out into the electronic ether. I like romantic movies, and anyone who wants to share a couch with me for one is welcome. As long as they don't mind cuddling afterwards. *grin*
I adore these kinds of movies-- I love a healthy dose of total, absolute escapism. Movies like these make sense in a way that the world fundamentally doesn't; they follow certain rules, just like action movies or horror films. You can predict almost every line, every scene, and every plot device with uncanny accuracy, but you still leave the film with a wonderful glow precisely because things ended the way that they should.
Should, that is, by the rules of the movie. Real life would scare me if it worked like that.
I wonder sometimes what this feeling I get when I watch a romantic movie alone is; it's pretty potent, all things considered. Is it a desire to go out and do chivalrous and amazing things, like the protagonists? Or a desire to have that kind of sweeping, epic romance in my life? Or perhaps regret that I don't?
I don't think so. I think, in the final analysis, that it's something much simpler than that.
There's never anyone next to me at that moment, who I can touch to prove that I wasn't alone when it happened. That is the most romantic thing for me... just being with someone else when the world moves you. When you watch a romantic movie that really works for you and there's no one there to share it with, it's a very lonely feeling.
So, I'm not wasting the emotion this time. I'm shouting out into the electronic ether. I like romantic movies, and anyone who wants to share a couch with me for one is welcome. As long as they don't mind cuddling afterwards. *grin*