May 3rd, 2009 by Alexandra

Prior to sitting through the disappointingly boring “The Soloist” yesterday, I was treated to a preview of “The Proposal”.
Take a look at the poster and as long as you aren’t a bronze winning medalist in the Special Olympics* I’ve no doubt you can predict the in-depth story arc.
You may not know each mind-numbing detail, but we can already assume she’s an overbearing bitch, he’s the cute “Ah shucks” dude and despite the fact that they’re seemingly insurmountable differences (being from two different worlds and all) a ridiculous event will force them together and they’ll realize they are meant for one another. The love they’ve been seeking? It’s been right in front of them the whole time!
My immediate question was “Why in the hell are they making another movie just like this? Same freaking plotline with the originality of a Wheat Thin??”
Sitting in that theatre, the answer was raucous laughter. Ever cliche joke involving uncomfortable visits to meet the parents and accidentally seeing one another naked… people loved it. They didn’t seem to care that it’s the same nonsense over and over. They didn’t care that they already knew the outcome 15 seconds into the trailer. They wanted simple, spoon fed tripe… easily digestable.
For women in particular, I wonder if these movies aren’t almost harmful to their love lives? Setting up expectations of random love in crazy situations that just aren’t realistic.
The only way this will cease is if we stop going. Hollywood loves to visit the well until it’s bone dry. If it works once they’ll do it 5,270 times.
Sigh. That won’t happen anytime soon.
“Sweet Home Alabama” arrived via glorious Netflix and I cannot wait to see what Reese will do. It seems she has a perfect life in NY and has just gotten engaged to a handsome, powerful guy. But there’s a catch. Unfinished business in her hocky hometown… perhaps a love interest left behind? Could get complicated.
*Special Olympics disclaimer – I hold no ill will toward participants and have no doubt they’d kick my ass in a 50-yard dash.