If you don't know me, you should know this. Even if you do know me, but you don't know this about me, then you can pretty much assume that you don't really know me. What is this? I love romance movies. I'm sure that sounds lame, and girlly, but it's true.
I like everything from Bridget Jones Diary, to Love Actually (that's a bad example, though, as both are kind of similar). Anything with Hugh Grant is generally good too. I'm a sucker for a good love story. The Bronte sisters are the best, not to mention Jane Austin. Pride and Prejudice has to be among my favorite movies. This brings me to my topic, why I shouldn't be allowed to watch romance movies.
Last night I couldn't get to sleep, so at around 11:00 pm I decided to watch a movie. Not just any movie, either. Sense and Sensibility, by Jane Austin. Hugh Grant, in an entirely unlikely role, the woman from the Titanic, and Snape--what could be better? By the middle of the movie, it was a little predictable as to what would happen next, although there were a few twists. I loved Willoughby, and I was convinced that he and Marianne were made for each other. It was not to be so. I don't want to spoil the story for anyone, but I'm going to anyways, under the excuse of venting.
Apparently John Willoughby is the villain of the story, or so says Wikipedia (I needed to look up the spelling!). This is just plain unfair. After he left Marianne with hardly any notice for London, he married a wealthy woman for reasons which I don't feel like explaining at the moment. They met at a party in London after he had been away for some time and Marianne had been miserable, and he was very cold and unemotional. Basically, he was a jerk--but not all the time! When they were together at the beginning, and in love, he was very witty and charming. The sad, heart-wrenching ending?
At Marianne's wedding, at the end of the movie to Colonel Brandon, there was someone watching from the hill. Sitting on his horse on the hilltop over looking the wedding was Willoughby. Then he turned and rode off. Very sad. He still liked Marianne, but she was getting married to the wrong, older man, and he was married to that rich chick! That's basically the least poetic way possible to explain it, but it's all I've got.
Basically, watching that movie was like having someone cut open my chest, grab my heart with their bare hands (which would make all sorts of gross squelching noises; sorry, that's just what I thought of), threw it on the floor, stomped on it repeatedly, and then left it to die. Dramatic? That's what happens almost every time I read a love story, or watch a romance movie, and that is why I shouldn't be allowed to watch romance movies. Still, I love them, and I'm probably going to watch Sense and Sensibility again today, just to torture myself and Mr Willoughby a little bit more.
Love (is the ANSWER)