ARTS AND ENTERTAINMENT
Spicy pad Thai heats up the
InterVarsity Choral Festival
prepares to hit the high note
Disc of the Week
This is Bad Taste, no
literally - it sucks
Hoobastank crawls into sickly
Boys cry, too, y'know
Boys cry, too, y'know
Boy meets girl. Girl meets boy. Confusion and complications ensue. The
dark hands of fate seem aligned against them but cupid pulls back his
bowstring and love rules the day.
Roll the credits.
People pay to see the clichιs of Hollywood romantic comedies. People want
to see a happy ending and why the hell not? I want to see a happy ending,
The whole genre of romantic films has been unfairly designated as a bunch
of "chick flicks." Last time I checked, I was a man (I may have to check
again by the time I finish this column).
I may not be a gargantuan man of Herculean proportions I'm willing to
admit I'd probably have my hands full in a fight with a Girl Guide, let
alone a Mustang football player.
But, I like beer. I like watching football. Sometimes I forget to chew my
food. Occasionally I grunt and speak in single syllables. I like watching
I also like a good "chick flick."
In the spirit of Valentine's Day which most of us annually curse or
embrace, depending on our relationship status I'm here to defend this
age-old cinematic art of romance.
Even if I despise a romantic film, I simply can't stop watching.
I once had a make or break exam at 9 a.m., but somehow became enthralled
by the film You've Got Mail the night before. Meg Ryan is perhaps the most
insufferable actress in the history of mankind, but something inside me
still wanted to witness love reigning supreme.
On a side note, if I ever meet Meg Ryan, the conversation will likely go
Meg: Hello, I'm so cute. I'm suffocatingly adorable. I'm America's
favourite sweetheart. I've kissed Tom Hank 789 times.
Me: Shush now, you mind-numbing twit! (this comment would be followed by
me swiftly sucker-punching her and then shaving her head).
Seriously, there are some solid romantic films out there.
The John Cusack-driven High Fidelity is perhaps the perfect film for the
club-wielding man who decides to venture into the world of romantic
comedy. Before Sunrise a film where two strangers spend one night in
Vienna, Austria is another gem.
But, I realize there is a lot of garbage out there as well.
I'm not really motivated to rent Robert Redford's The Horse Whisperer any
time soon (although I hear the sex scenes between Redford and the horses
are fantastic) and Patrick Swayze makes me want to vomit in Dirty Dancing.
However, I'd like to think the hopeful romantic resides somewhere within
all of us.
Give cupid and St. Valentine's spirit a chance, guys don't buy into the
"chick flick" label. While you're at it check out that sex scene with
the horses it just might be worth it.