|Sleepless In Seattle
||[Jul. 12th, 2010|10:31 am]
So this kid decides on the basis of a single letter that the woman who is stalking his father (she hires a private detective for Chrissakes) is the one he wants to have as his new mother- and engineers a meeting between them that involves him flying 3000 miles alone in the hope that his father will give chase. In consequence the two perfectly decent people our hero and heroine were dating are kicked aside on the grounds that he has allergies and she has a silly laugh, or- to to bring it down to brass tacks- that neither is normal enough. All slightly creepy and disfunctional, don't you think? |
Meg Ryan takes cuteness to the edge of annoying and Tom Hanks- with his inexpressive pudding of a face- is no Cary Grant.
But I enjoyed myself more than I would have done if I'd been watching the World Cup final.
I never watched the movie, but I felt ill reading your plot explanation.
A lot of people love this movie, but I think it's actually rather unpleasant
Like all these things, there is an undercurrent that Fate is at work and also that we should all let our hearts rule our heads. When you think about it, it is quite irresponsible on several fronts - but what a common trope - Love will have its way and we are powerless in its grip. The main reason for unfeasibly high expectations of marriage, maybe.
We didn't watch the World Cup final either- we were at the Globe Theatre watching the machinations of Falstaff and Doll Tearsheet.
I agree about it being irresponsible. Works of art that misrepresent human nature and the human condition are deeply immoral. They offer false hope, false expectations, false ideals.
And yet the people making works of art are often fallible, unwise and misled themselves, and create art reflecting their confusion or their misunderstandings.
It's not malice. It's just lack of experience or introspection.
Yes, I accept that- broadly speaking.
I find that the vast majority of movies that people consider "romantic" actually creep me out.
I mainly avoid them. With this one I was hoping to be pleasantly entertained- and the actual content rather took me by surprise.
It bothered me that a grieving person was a person in need of fixing. There's a hint of sexist manipulation that irks me--poor lonely male doesn't know what's good for him, and needs someone purer of heart and more emotionally connected to save him (his son, the female radio host, the female listeners, the stalker...).