I generally stick to fiction – you won’t find a lot of posts about documentaries here. That’s about to change.
The last few weeks were challenging. I have looked at this blog on numerous occasions and thought, NO – I can’t. Going back to #31DaysofHorror feels wrong, in light of the real world horror I and so many others feel after the results of this election.
On the other hand, maybe you don’t feel bad about it at all. There are those of you who will call me a “special little snowflake” and tell me to “buck up, buttercup,” because this is reality. This is who won. Donald Trump is the next President of the United States.
You’re right. So what do I do now?
It’s two days into March and I’m bringing an official (and officially late) end to #ChickFlickFebruary. I wanted to end with something classic. I wanted to end with something new and different. I had a strong desire for something with a bit of a twang, maybe a Southern Belle, and crazy rich mothers with a lot of absurd rules for their precious daughters. I figured I’d watch The Notebook. It was also suggested I watch Boy Meets Girl.
Made a decade apart, there are many reasons these films might be seen as polar opposites. What’s most striking, though, is that their differences are totally unremarkable.
The Notebook (2004)
I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, that has always been enough.
This is the new classic, isn’t it? This is the movie women supposedly sit down and watch with a cup of tea, a box of kleenex, and/or a pint of ice cream (depends on how much crying you’re planning on doing – that shit melts).
I admit to owning The Notebook.