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Aug. 1st, 2006 11:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nnyI really don't know why I watch romantic comedies (unless they have zombies.)
Actually, I'll amend that comment. I don't know why I watch romantic comedies unless they have Paul Bettany (or zombies) because Paul Bettany (which I just tried to spell with one T and two Ns, oops) makes anything watchable, really. (As, indeed, do zombies.)
That's enough parentheses.
Romantic comedies, especially those by Richard Curtis, are dreadfully formulaic. Four Weddings I will forgive, here, because it was the first, the wittiest, and it had John Hannah. But everyone in these films has a dreadfully close group of friends, and has a dreadfully (no matter how much they complain about it) successful life, and the understanding is that they will get whoever it is they're after provided they're adorably British.
I'm adorably British, dammit. I'm reasonably intelligent, I am embarking on a decent career path, I'm always willing to be the first up and boiling the kettle, and I haven't yet made anyone projectile vomit purely through looking at me. Other reasons, possibly yes - there's at least two people on my f-list that I have made vomit, and I'm always looking to collect more - but I'm honestly not repugnant. Not to my knowledge. So I watch these films and hope, vaguely, that there'll be a different ending, this time (something, quite possibly, with zombies). Something that doesn't make me feel quite so dreadful and wish I were Hugh Grant, dammit, because that's really just distressing. I don't want to be Hugh Grant so much as I want his little bookshop, really. I'd wander around in it with tea and a variety of stylish dressing-gowns.
Somewhat tangential - Hugh Grant kept making me blink because he really does look a little like a thinner Oscar Wilde.
Poor Oscar.
I forget what my point was, really. General whining, I suspect, and a vague wish that I could meet someone nice who'd make me tea and let me snuggle them an awful lot. Oh well. I shall curl up with Oscar instead. I much prefer him to Hugh Grant, really, when it comes down to it.
Actually, I'll amend that comment. I don't know why I watch romantic comedies unless they have Paul Bettany (or zombies) because Paul Bettany (which I just tried to spell with one T and two Ns, oops) makes anything watchable, really. (As, indeed, do zombies.)
That's enough parentheses.
Romantic comedies, especially those by Richard Curtis, are dreadfully formulaic. Four Weddings I will forgive, here, because it was the first, the wittiest, and it had John Hannah. But everyone in these films has a dreadfully close group of friends, and has a dreadfully (no matter how much they complain about it) successful life, and the understanding is that they will get whoever it is they're after provided they're adorably British.
I'm adorably British, dammit. I'm reasonably intelligent, I am embarking on a decent career path, I'm always willing to be the first up and boiling the kettle, and I haven't yet made anyone projectile vomit purely through looking at me. Other reasons, possibly yes - there's at least two people on my f-list that I have made vomit, and I'm always looking to collect more - but I'm honestly not repugnant. Not to my knowledge. So I watch these films and hope, vaguely, that there'll be a different ending, this time (something, quite possibly, with zombies). Something that doesn't make me feel quite so dreadful and wish I were Hugh Grant, dammit, because that's really just distressing. I don't want to be Hugh Grant so much as I want his little bookshop, really. I'd wander around in it with tea and a variety of stylish dressing-gowns.
Somewhat tangential - Hugh Grant kept making me blink because he really does look a little like a thinner Oscar Wilde.
Poor Oscar.
I forget what my point was, really. General whining, I suspect, and a vague wish that I could meet someone nice who'd make me tea and let me snuggle them an awful lot. Oh well. I shall curl up with Oscar instead. I much prefer him to Hugh Grant, really, when it comes down to it.
