The Notebook

“I’m pretty much the last girl on Earth who hasn’t seen this movie. Hell, even my Mom loves this movie. It’s one of the maybe 5 DVDs that she owns that I didn’t buy for her (although all are still in their wrappers). And while I do love me some Ryan Gosling (and Rachel McAdams is pretty cool too), I was perfectly happy to be the only one. Hell, I wore it as a badge of honor. I don’t do sappy romantic chick flicks, and this is the ultimate one for my generation. But when Black Friday dangles a $3.99 DVD in front of me, curiosity wins out. I don’t know if I’m in the right emotional state to watch this tonight. Actually, I know for a fact that I’m not. But I don’t know if there ever will be a right emotional state, so *deep breath* here we go…

Okay, so we start off with a whole bunch of why these movies make me gag. The unrealistically perfect couple is being all cutesy together. Nothing is really happening, but I can picture the imaginary audience around me going “”awww”” while I’m waiting for more story to unfold.

And it does start to, eventually. As soon as I see James Marsden, I can’t help but laugh. Even if I wasn’t already long spoilt for this movie, I would have known how it’d play out just for the simple fact that James Marsden never gets the girl. But at least plot things are happening.

Then they sort of don’t, but its sweet, and still unrealistic, but very convincingly portrayed. I get why it’s so well loved. I mean, I may be cynical about such things when it comes to movies, but to paraphrase from an episode of Fringe (yes, the scifi series) beneath every cynic, there is a frustrated romantic. Would I want a guy to write me letters every day for a year and build me a house and do all the other things Ryan Gosling does? Sure, in theory. Do I think it’ll happen? Not really, and even if it did, I don’t think I could handle all that sap anyways. I prefer a relationship based on sarcasm than on goopy romance.

Oh and speaking of cynics in the house, the ferocious and viscous Vampire Cat Lestat was sitting on my lap thru most of the movie. Her brother Nosferatu was sitting beside us. When the automatic feeder went off, Fehr took his time heading over, and Lestat waited several minutes before giving in (I think Fehr was suspicious of Lestat holding back), even though she’d been whining for food just two hours before. I guess this movie really does get to people (or cats).”

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