There are 4 basic requirements for every Nicholas Sparks film. I know he writes books, but we're not going to get into that right now.
1: Death
2: Rain
3: Romeo/Juliet relationship
4: A break up/reconciliation
Yet, we women spend millions and millions of dollars in tissues alone just to flock to a horribly depressing movie, throwing all suspension of disbelief to the wind, and there, sometime in that 1 hour and 47 minutes, our fairly tale dreams grow just a little bit more.
I have a love/hate relationship with Nicholas Sparks. On one hand, he feeds the very park of me that craves a sappy chick flick, but then again, half the tears I cry during his films are from the fact that the acting is amateur, at best.
As I sat through "The Last Song" tonight and heard my friend two seats over bawling her eyes out, I thought, why do we subject ourselves to this torture? This is not how love is! Death does not have a happy ending like it does in the movies. So, why do we continue to eat it up?
Educate me.
I'm off to watch the end of "Nights in Rodanthe". No one has died. Yet.
2 comments:
No idea who Nicholas Sparks is and I have no clue to the world that you're describing. Guess I'm out of touch, but I think I'm okay with that (haha).
I really can't tell you why so many love Nicholas Sparks and all those sad romantic stories, it's like we're punishing ourselves and making ourselves depressed for no reason other than entertainment.
This is why I stay away from those films for the most part. I imagine I'll have enough problems in my life without having feelings about killing myself because some guy died from cancer on some movie.
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