by Cross Woodfield

Compare Annie Hall or When Harry Met Sally to 27 Dresses or Just My Luck.  I’m sorry but 27 Dresses was just a bad movie. Romantic comedies are getting worse, focusing on just the visuals and the sounds and losing their soul, their arc…kind of like pornographic films…which got me thinking, romantic comedies might have a whole lot in common with pornography. 

To be simplistic for a second, guys watch porno and girls watch romcom.  Both realize unrealistic fantasies of the respective gender of their target audience, for the guys amazing sex without conflict, and for the girls amazing marriage without conflict.  In pornos the actors have amazing bodies, and in romantic comedies they have amazing clothes. 

The important body parts differ, maybe.  In romantic comedy a guy wants to win a girl’s heart, and in pornography he wants to win her SweetSpot.  But the overall idea is similar, and overall it seems people agree that both genres are giving up on being artistic and choosing to be prolific instead.

Does that say something about the modern (or should I say post-post-modern) human condition?  Are we too tired and efficient to care about how we get where we’re going, as long as we get there?  Do we rush through the game just to win the prize?  Is that any way to go through life?

What ever happened to enjoying the journey?

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