I love watching chick flicks. The cynic in me says that real life is never as amazing as the fairytale fictional films, but I’ve always been a sucker for them. Ever since I first saw The Parent Trap and You’ve Got Mail, circa 2000, I’ve wanted “that”. These movies plant a seed of love, optimism and a happy ending.. in a world full of terrorism, polarizing politics and BLEH, it’s just so refreshing.
My sister and I went and saw Home Again, starring Reese Witherspoon a few weeks ago, at the local Regal. It came out in September of this year and it was the first non-horror movie commercial that I can recall seeing on tv in forever. It might have taken a while for me to get to the theater to see a mindless fantasy flick -adulting gets in the way of stuff like that- but once I was watching I remembered why I enjoy a movie that I can get stupidly emotionally invested in:
I like the peaceful feeling that I get when I see a family laughing or a couple celebrating on the screen. Every problem up there is a first world problem and the everyday issues in real life dissolve because I become distracted by “OH MY GOD IS HE GOING TO KISS HER?!” moments. My feelings for chick flicks are probably basic, in every definition of the modern day word, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I just don’t understand the death crazed culture or the fear induced adrenaline rush that some people get from haunted houses and psycho thrillers. Why don’t we all focus on something happy instead? A “too good to be true romance where both people are meant to be together”, could be just what the doctor ordered.
Anyways, the point of this sappy blog post, potentially exposing my naivety and irrational hopeless romantic nature, is that I am a sucker for a chick flick -and Home Again was just as adorable and wonderful as I wanted it to be. I am a sucker for a chick flick because they make me happy and hopeful.