romance

Here comes spring, and it got me all sentimental. The sun's bad. I started to watch romance again. I used to dodge them like avoid plague. I thought there were more important things to worry about, but it is important. I was proved all time wrong. Now I need some tears. They might distract me from my back pain.

Today I watched Young Victoria. I was kind of trying to avoid this film because I've a feeling all films about past queens of Britain are somehow associated with love stories. And I avoid love stories. Interestingly how, I always wonder, frequently this specific human emotion, is chosen as a cause to portrait the queens. After all, all we women are sentimental, I suppose. And guess what? It is not particularly a marvelously done film. (Speaking of a marvelously done film, I'm referring to latest ones as Shutter Island (Scorsese is still Scorsese), Whatever Works, Inglorious Bastard and Burn after Reading from last year. And you know what I mean.) However, contradicting to my little logical brain, I am touched with tears crossing my cheeks; yet such natural reaction ashamed me, as if I am caught in the middle of a crime. And I'm not sure why. The only explanation is I know human beings, and all women are capable of complex emotions and we all have a soft bone. So are the film directors.

Cinema Paradiso 1988
Gone with the Wind 1939
Breakfast at Tiffany's 1961
A Room with A View 1986
Love Story 1970
Camille Claudel 1988
When Harry Met Sally 1989
Boy Meet Girl 1984
The Science of Sleep 2006
Betty Blue 1986
Leaving Las Vegas 1995
Pretty Woman 1990
Love Actually 2003
The English Patient 1996
West Side Story 1961
Suzhou He 2000