I Like Romantic Comedies, So Bite Me
I still hate Twilight with an everlasting passion that should overshadow my resentment of Hitler and the Third Reich, but I don’t discriminate against romantic comedies anymore. No, I didn’t watch Sex and the City and I sure as shit didn’t bother to view Desperate Housewives. Rather, I spent some quality time on Netflix looking for funny moves to entertain me for a few hours.
I present to you 2 Nights in New York, the successor to Julie Delpy’s 2 Nights in Paris, a romantic comedy about a French woman finding stability and happiness in her mid-30s amidst a failing marriage and strange family issues. 2 Nights in New York sees Delpy’s main character, Parisian Marion, returning to the screen only this time she’s found a partner, Mingus (played by Chris Rock), who must endure the nightmare of her close family visiting from France for 2 days.
Allow me to explain.
I immediately fell in love with Julie Delpy as a person; she’s mature, older, sexy, cute, blonde, blue eyed and, of course, she’s French. Her skills as a writer and director are staggering, and Chris Rock’s presence is just the cherry on top. The movie is cute, to say the least. But what really attracted me to 2 Nights in New York was the promise of a culturally diverse cast of actors. What I found an hour into the film was that I wasn’t just watching a hilarious movie about breasts and kinky French sex; it peered into the life of a couple handling an unusual relationship that I could see myself in.
Isn’t that the reason we watch romantic comedies?
The genre speaks endless volumes on the human condition about our desires for romance and love. Of course, the same can be said about action and buddy buddy pot movies, but it felt so much more different.
Why do men generally dislike movies like The Notebook and Twilight, yet we can welcome Fight Club and The Wrestler with open arms? The answer nestles somewhere between gender roles and genuine appreciation for the ethics of how we view love. Both of those aspects run hand in hand when we identify with Jacob in Twilight.
He’s tall, muscular, and has a great smile. But this doesn’t help most men in understanding why it’s acceptable for him to have his shirt off for 60 percent of the movie. Likewise, Edwards casual ‘cool guy’ vampire demeanor doesn’t ring well for traditional vampire flick fans. And it doesn’t stop at Twilight.
Ultimately, the only real solution to accepting romantic comedies on your screen is by picking the ones that you can identify with. No, The Notebook is not an advisable movie if you’re a testosterone-infested mess of a hairy, muscle-bound dickhead.
I feel for you. I really do.
The trick here is finding the right selection of romance that most appeals to you. But picking the wrong one doesn’t mean you hate romantic comedies. Moreover, most men only cast out the genre because of the socially acceptable notion that romance is for sissies and lesbians.
I’m a 20-year-old African American college student with a tendency to adore romantic comedies about interracial dating and dark humor. I got over it, and I’m sure you will as well.
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