I was reading a New York Times movie review of my new favorite flick, The Proposal, and something caught my eye worth sharing here.
The review itself was (not surprisingly, as critics and the general public usually don’t see eye to eye on cinematic greatness) pretty unfavorable — calling the romantic comedy formulaic and predictable, but “safe.”
Well, I saw it last Saturday, and I happened to love it.
Not only because I adore Sandra Bullock and have a little (ok, ginormous!) crush on Ryan Reynolds, but because I left the theater feeling happy. Uplifted.
In their comments, several viewers noted that they felt a movie like this — regardless of how predictable and safe as it was — served its purpose of simply entertaining us during tough times.
I couldn’t agree more. In spite of an economic recession, wars all over, getting hit that morning … none of that felt like it mattered when, for two hours, I was entertained in a movie theater by some gorgeous eye candy (both Ryan and Sandra are easy on the eyes) and borderline-over-the-top humor.
Is “escapism” the new recession remedy? I know I have found myself reading more books, doing more low-key things. When we go to the movies, we try to pick matinees. I check books out from the library, something I never did before.
This weekend, I intend to see My Sister’s Keeper. I’m curious to see one of my favorite books, brought to life. (I always end up still preferring the book, except for The Notebook; that one was better on film).
Anyone that knows the book knows it’s not an uplifting story, but again, I’m looking for an escape, and a film like this — for which I know I’ll need a box of Kleenex at my side — will tug at my heartstrings and make me appreciate everything and everyone I have in my life.
Is that predictable? Maybe.
But so what? Sometimes, we just need to “get away.” That said, have a fantastic, happy, safe and healthy weekend.
How about you? What compels you to go to the movies or read a book? Does genre influence your decision?
PS–This post was written yesterday, before I heard about Michael Jackson’s death. I am so very sad about the passing of this incredible icon. In so many ways, he represented our generation’s coming of age. Like someone commented on the New York Times site: (paraphrased) “Our parents’ generation had a man walking on the moon. Ours had the moonwalk.” RIP Michael Jackson.