diary: reality bites

A girlfriend of mine has ranted and raved about this movie for as long as I know her. It's wonderful, you'll love it, she said. So this week I figured what the hell and picked it up.

I had no idea what it was about, even what genre of movie it was though I had a vague peripheral memory of it being about the 90's. So, it's fair to say I had a pretty open mind. Turns out it is social commentary, snapshot into the lives of twentysomethings in the 90's, and a love story all rolled into one. It's the love story I want to address here.Typical. Really typical. But it turns out that typical plots are there for a reason. They happen every day in real life.

The heroine of the story has to choose between two men. The nice guy and the wrong guy. One is very evolved and sensitive to her needs, is there for her and wants to build a life together. The other is not very evolved, cloaks his emotions with wry humour and indifference, and disappears when things get too tough to handle. The heroine must make a choice.

Trouble is, Mr. Wrong makes her heart bleed and her knees turn to jelly.

[wry grin] I felt for her. Been there, done that, got the battle scars to prove it. Every emotionally mature cell in your body tells you to go for Mr. Nice. He's wonderful. If you made a list of what you wanted in a man, Mr. Nice would have a lot of it. He's stable. He's reliable. He's safe. But he doesn't turn your knees to jelly.

Like many great heroines, this lady struggles and ends up going with her knees.

Like I said, I felt for her. Even saw why the knees thing happened. But wanted to throw my popcorn at her when I saw her deciding to end up with Mr. Wrong.

Of course, this is Hollywood, land of fantasy, so Mr. Wrong gets all evolved and tender and lays his heart bare by the end of the flick. Sorry if that spoiled the movie for you but it's been out for eight years, so if you haven't seen it by now, tough noogies.

It's a tough choice, though, one women go through every single day - do I follow my head or my loins?

I've got a choice for her, and for anyone out there who feels the same. Option 3. Get rid of 'em both and find someone who makes your head and your loins happy. Then worry about your heart.

2002.08.01 09:43 AM
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