This weekend I finally got around to watching the movie Easy A. It’s a movie I had heard rave reviews about and was waiting for the chance to catch it on Netflix when my roommate wasn’t around to commandeer the downstairs as her own personal study hall. Now, while I’d love to take this time and space to review how I gotta pocket gotta pocket full of sunshine outrageously hilarious this flick is, thanks to the comedic genius writing and the well timed delivery of Emma Stone, or talk about why “twat” is such an underused term and insult, I’m going to save that for another time (or not).
In Easy A, the leading character Olive (played by Emma Stone) has a moment when she shares her ideal of what guys courting girls should look like.
Whatever happened to chivalry? Does it only exist in 80s movies? I want John Cusack holding a boom box outside my window. I want to ride off on a lawn mower with Patrick Dempsey. I want Jake from Sixteen Candles waiting outside the church for me. I want Judd Nelson thrusting his fist into the air because he knows he got me. Just once I want my life to be like an 80s movie. Preferably one with a really awesome musical number for no apparent reason. But no, no. John Hughes did not direct my life.
And wouldn’t ya know it, the 80s film montage that ensued got me to thinking– John Hughes didn’t direct my life either! And dammit I could really use some direction when it comes to this dating and love thang. Or didn’t I already mention that?
Thing is, while I recognize that these heartfelt romance scenes where the guy goes wildly out of his way to make some corny yet grand gesture to the gal who has been impatiently and awkwardly waiting for him to sweep her off her feet are gross exaggerations of how real life love plays out, the fact remains… I desire for this to be my reality.
Ok, I don’t want any part of the 80s to once again be my reality but I can honestly say that deep down inside I want a movie romance. Perhaps one more akin to my favorite romantic comedy of all time, Love Actually – where the basic plot (and all subplots) follows the formula of a man falling so deeply in love with a woman that he would go to painstaking lengths to SHOW her just how real his love for her was. And she would, undoubtedly and enthusiastically, accept his expression of love for her. And they’d live happily ever after! Well happily ever after what we can infer once they kiss and the credits start rolling, right? RIGHT?!
Now, how many instances of pure unadulterated romance like this do you know of? Because I, for one, don’t know any. This is strictly for Hollywood movie endings. BUT that doesn’t prevent me from believing that such a love connection can form. Perhaps that’s why I give so much of my heart so soon–because I’m just waiting for the moment my love is reciprocated.
In my adult life, I haven’t experienced true romance. No one surprising me with dozens of flowers at work.1 No one sending me love notes. No one writing me poems about my beauty. No one whisking me off to the park for an intimate afternoon picnic. No one shouting at the top of their lungs their adoration for me in a public setting. The one and only time I experienced romance was in college–a phase in life lived in a vacuum that can’t be applied to any other aspects of “real life”. My boyfriend at the time was one of the sweetest, most thoughtful, hopeless romantics a girl could ask for, Thanks to a few lies and indiscretions, the bubble to my happy ending was burst before the ink on my college degree was dried. But I still fondly remember him as part of my movie romance that came partially to fruition.
I realize that there is much more to a successful and healthy relationship (which is ultimately what I want) than a few movie-inspired and grandiose romantic gestures, but I still desire to have a love that is unquestionably real and free. Because above all else, a movie-romance type of love to me is one that symbolizes an uninhibited approach to love, throwing caution to the wind, falling head first into an emotional whirlpool with reckless abandon. I want a romance where love isn’t afraid to show me its face. I want a romance that is willing to look ridiculous, even at the expense of its dignity. I want a romance that hits all 5 of my senses. I want a romance that regards me as its prized possession. I want…. a movie romance.
And ya know something? At the end of Easy A, Olive got a mash-up of her 80s movie chivalry because the guy she was gunning for heard her say what she was looking for and he delivered. That ending scene may have been cliche, unoriginal and possibly even predictable (though I didn’t predict it and was gleefully surprised), but gosh darnit it was ROMANTIC!!!! That’s all a girl could ever ask for *bats eyes*
Am I silly for wanting to have some semblance of a movie romance? Am I the only one who still holds on to the fantasy of having a movie romance? What is your idea of romance? Do you think romance is important to you in a relationships?
A sucker for romance,
1OK, this is partially a lie. My former e-boo, Tx10Inch (of VSB), sent a dozen of my favorite flowers (purple calla lilies) to my job for Valentine’s Day one year. By far the sweetest, most thoughtful thing a stranger (for all intents and purposes) has ever done for me. If he hadn’t been overseas at the time, I think I would have flown to Texas to elope with him give him a big hug and kiss 🙂