Is it just me, or are we in a Rom-Com drought? I remember when the Friday night cinema line-up always included at least one syrupy, canned movie choice where I could go by myself and just let my brain go on glide for a couple of hours.
It seems like nobody has stepped in to fill the space that Nora Ephron left—not that anyone could ever replace her (she directed Sleepless in Seattle, When Harry Met Sally, Julie and Julia). But someone needs to step up and make some good love stories! Without Rom-Coms, going to the movies kind of sucks. As much as I appreciate biopics and Academy Award nominated movies, sometimes they're too serious and too depressing.
Sometimes I just want that guaranteed happy ending. I want to take comfort in knowing how this movie is going to go. The main characters are going to hate each other at first. There's going to be a misunderstanding that one character can't find the right time to correct. There might be some running at the end and the music will get loud. Cue tears.
I take a lot of comfort in knowing what's going to happen. I'm that person who reads the last page of the book before I even start. When I commence binge-watching a show on Netflix, I usually stay a few episodes ahead on Wikipedia so I don't get any heartbreaking surprises.
Hell, I managed to take almost all of the surprise out of my own engagement by insisting on choosing the ring myself and then being like a wolf sniffing the air to sense when it was going to happen.
It's time for a Rom-Com comeback! Who's with me?