Archive for July, 2009

Silly Love Songs

Posted in Film, Music, Rants with tags , , , , , on July 22, 2009 by roarvis

Abby Richter (Katherine Heigl) is a romantically challenged morning show producer whose search for Mr. Perfect has left her hopelessly single. She’s in for a rude awakening when her bosses team her with Mike Chadway (Gerard Butler), a hardcore TV personality who promises to spill the ugly truth on what makes men and women tick. Bristling at first sight, the contentious co-workers make a bet: if his tips on how to land and keep a guy don’t work, he’ll quit the business. But while Mike coaches Abby through a fledgling romance, can he avoid falling for her — and can she avoid falling for him?

Can I avoid kicking your ass, Hollywood?

On a similar note, popular music also still sucks. I listened to a string of current “hits” today, none of which deviated from the lyrical concept of “this is true love and no one understands how we feel.” When are people going to stop trying to make art out of romance? My girlfriend accused me of not knowing anything about romance recently, which may very well be true. Well, I do know that it makes for the worst art imaginable.

Roadie

Curiously enough, I watched the film Roadie last night, and found the romantic interplay of the main characters to be very sweet – even though it centered around a portly redneck type who falls in love with an underage would-be groupie. Maybe there was something about the 70s and early 80s that made romantic films “work.” Perhaps a certain naivete, or even a genuine fucking emotional perspective. Now that all originality has been squeezed out of popular culture, where does that leave romance? Are we simply catering to a revolving door of presumably ignorant teenagers who think their emotions are unique, and worse, don’t have any knowledge of pop culture history in which to put them in perspective? At least when I was entering my own confused adolescence I knew enough to listen to some old Fleetwood Mac records instead of Color Me Badd or whatever crap was on the radio.

Getting back to the Heigl/Butler rom-con fiasco. They are obviously marketing this garbage to women in their 20s – 30s and their unfortunate boyfriends/husbands. I don’t know what to say about that except that I’m glad my lady prefers zombie films.

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