I know it's horribly sexist and rampantly cliched, but I really, really like romantic comedies. It's the sort of thing I ought to hate. I know. But I adore too many of them, and I've got to give into this whispering little whim that's prodding me to reveal my favorites. Don't tell the critics, please. It's just too awful to admit that I coo senselessly at the screen at the ending kiss.
Pretty Woman: Occasionally I become utterly addicted to this movie, and then it settles down until I decide it's time to bring out the DVD again. I can't help it-- this story is specifically designed to melt every objection I have towards romance. Richard Gere is adorable here-- he has this shy smirk that he pulls on Julia Roberts' to-die-for tresses. The shopping scene is too divine. What girl hasn't wanted to be handed a credit card in Beverly Hills? And, of course, there's the Harlequin appeal of Richard Gere on a horse, his shirt undone about a quarter of the way down. To finish it off, this has the
best kissing scene in Hollywood history. The scene where Edward and Vivian first kiss on the mouth always earns a few suspicious sniffles from me.
Edward: So what happens after he climbs up the tower and rescues her?
Vivian: She rescues him right back.
When Harry Met Sally: If Pretty Woman satisfies the little girl princess in me, When Harry Met Sally was destined for my quirky side. The moment Meg Ryan and Billy Crystal argued over Days of the Week underpants, I was gone.
Sally: They don't make Sunday.
Harry: Why not?
Sally: Because of God.
Don't watch this movie with me if you object to hysterical shrieks of laughter and obsessive quoting. Carrie Fisher's too much fun to pass up on that.
Marie: He was seeing this anthropolgist for a while. . .
Sally:. . . what was she like?
Marie: Thin, pretty, big tits-- your basic nightmare.
Down to You: I promise that I normally do not like Freddy Prinze Jr. But something about this movie is so essentially sweet and good-hearted, that I just ignore the fact that it's Freddy up there. It's a little on the corny side, but you lose sight of that between the candles and museums and cakes and porn films. (Don't ask. But do see the movie. It leaves you with just a touch of giddiness)
You've Got Mail: Bouquets of newly sharpened pencils, daisies, book shops, and New York City in the fall. Not to mention one of the loveliest soundtracks of all time. There's the shiny counters in the Shop Around the Corner, and Tom Hanks with the most lovable dog onscreen.
And the Pride and Prejudice connection.
Joe: And I bet your sentimental heart beats wildly every time that Elizabeth Bennet ends up with Mr. Darcy.
(If any man really wants to charm me, he'll make a comment about Jane Austen. Snarky or not, I don't care-- I just want to know he takes JA seriously)
Kate and Leopold: I defy anyone who says that Leopold's not the perfect man. Because he
is. Italicized and all. He wears Regency clothes, fixes breakfast, writes with a quill, and knows the meaning of flowers. Hence the reason as to why this movie will make me swoony and generally unbearable to be around for days.
Bridget Jones's Diary: I would run out in my knickers after Mark Darcy. Not to mention that it's Bridget Jones, desgined to give hope to the hearts of all Singletons everywhere. I watch this with a nice pint of ice cream whenever I need a pick-me-up. This film, incidentally, wins second best kiss of all time in my book.
Bridget: Nice boys don't kiss like that.
Mark: Oh, yes, they f*cking do!
Ten Things I Hate About You: I have nothing to say, really. Because what can you say?
Sliding Doors: If you've not seen it, you must go see it. John Hannah is darling. Gwenyth Paltrow is amazing. And it's set in London. Wickedly funny, wonderfully romantic, and some of the greatest accents you'll hear. What more could a girl want?
James: Come on, if you don't drink your fatty drinks, you'll never achieve quality cellulite.
. . . marry me.
