For a single girl, watching a romantic comedy by herself, is what you may call a decline in spirit, whereby there will be many hours spent wondering, a few good thirty minute calls to girlfriends seeking the answer to the question ‘Why me?’, many tissues later (please note this is in extreme cases) and one snaps back to reality. Oh, and God helps us all if one of us watch a romantic comedy whilst pms-ing.
I can’t even begin to explain why we do this. Delusion and denial come hand in hand as one walks into the cinema thinking, “Aww, this will be cute!” WRONG. What follows, a melancholy state and regret, on various levels.
Yes dear reader, I watched a rom-com and this is the after effect. The preview was endearing (warning: this is where Hollywood snags you into wanting to watch these movies), so I thought I won’t lose out on anything, let’s watch this. I wanted to watch the movie with a friend, my best friend was out-of-town (who by the way is an avid rom-com fan and does not think that most of these movies have mind numbing soul crushing story lines), and another female friend respectfully declined for the sake of the story being too close to a life experience (smart girl), thus I ended up going by myself.
I can honestly say, I absolutely loved the comedic aspect in this movie. The leading man’s typical macho-esque friend characters were HILARIOUS. The storyline was standard, nothing overly special and then, the moment arrived.
‘The moment?’ you ask.
Yes. The moment. I can only describe the moment as the scene in a romantic comedy where the leading man in the movie says or does something that captures every single female’s heart in the audience. You can literally hear sheer silence in the cinema, because every single female’s heart just stopped for a tiny second and the oxygen levels in the room dropped because each one managed to hold her breath, and all felt a tiny pang in her heart. And if you listen really carefully, you may hear a little sniffle – a sign that tears have fallen.
Then the cheesy typical Hollywood, fairytale ending occurs and you snap back to reality, and reality after the movie kind of sucks, because you get miserable at the fact that there is no way anyone like that EVER existed in life. You get angry that you still fall for crap like this, and you reminisce about past relationships/experiences or lack thereof. Enter melancholy here. Dang it.
What I think my point is about this blog, is that sometimes we might need that emotional hope/falsehood (irony at it’s finest here). I do believe that despite the fact that we do put out a strong reputation, we sometimes need that moment of weakness. Call it, the refresh button of the emotional wreck that is or comes about from past relationships, and looks forward to potential future relationships.
I suppose despite that some of us really do hate romantic comedies, we also admire them at the same time. My only wish, just something original coming out in theaters near you.
