Death to a Roomie Tradition

I am slowly beginning to become a critic of the great Romantic Comedies. I don't know the reason.. is it the recent events occuring in my own life, or could it be that all the movies of the genre I've seen lately have been lame attempts at evoking the sentiment of a real fan of the romantic comedy? Since seeing Chasing Liberty, a much anticipated addition by the roomies and I, nothing has inspired me to want love. Maybe its the drama in life that has overshadowed my perceptions and the way I critique films. Maybe I really having been watching craptacular movies.. the movies I've seen lately have lacked that special something, the pizazz, the spark, the feelgood ending. Another explanation could be that I've overanalyzed love and fate in the last few weeks, and am becoming acustomed to the idea that we never truly find that one true love. It's a concept that really does belong in the movies.

Who knows, all this negativity could come from all the craziness that has overwhelmed my roomates and I in the last few weeks. More fun, more drama and more heartbreak then ever before! All I know is that my perceptions are changing and romance is really a fantasy. It is time to reembrace the idea that infatuation really is the only solid emotion of a relationship, and if it ends at that, it's even better, no one gets hurt. This new realism only helps me become more critical of the things I watch, see, think and learn. Especially in such a flighty film genre as the romantic comedy.