Last night I saw “Something’s Gotta Give,” starring Jack Nicholson and Diane Keaton. It ended in a genre cliche that I HATE! :mad: It drives me nuts to see such movies end with the girl throwing over a guy who’s been good to her, appreciates her, loves her, etc., for some other guy who somehow has an illogical quality of romance but no similar track record to speak of. Well, this thread is for bashing movies that honor this sick trend. My bottom-feeding three:
- The above-mentioned Something’s Gotta Give. Harry Sanborn (Jack Nicholson), after accepting several days’ hospitality…including sex…from Erica Barry (Diane Keaton), walks away from her, goes back to a life of screwing younger women, says nothing to her for months, causing her to go into a weeks-long sobbing fit. In comes Julian (a surprisingly good Keanu Reeves), once stood up by her for Harry, with a loving, forgiving heart, respect for her based on a thorough appreciation for her life’s achievements and, quite frankly, much better looks…and just as he’s about to propose marriage to her in a Paris restaurant, Harry walks in and Erica is starry-eyed over him again.
Still, though, she clearly enjoyed sex with Harry, and had some sort of genuine rapport with him. A level of absurdity above that is:
- Serendipity. Sarah Thomas (Kate Beckinsdale) and Jonathan Trager (John Cusack) meet while shopping, and click. But they’re both currently seeing someone, and Sarah is not sure she’d break that off. So they attempt a test of fate, setting up a token of luck that would indicate that the cosmos mean them to be together. Years pass, and both of them are on the verge of getting married, when they decide they need to give “luck” a helping hand. Sure enough, they end up finding, just before they are about to get married to people that we have no reason to think were ever bad to them, the signs that they were meant to be together in the first place. Bye-bye years of devotion and plans to spend lives together, hello, one-night crush supported by wild coincidence.
Still, if one believes in fate (and as an Orthodox Jew, I can’t say I disbelieve it entirely, but not in the way it’s presented in that movie), maybe one would be prudent to place great stock in such omens. That, at least, makes more sense than:
- Sleepless in Seattle. Annie Reed (Meg Ryan), engaged to marry Walter (Bill Pullman), falls head over heels for Sam Baldwin’s (Tom Hanks) VOICE AND SOB STORY ON THE FREAKING RADIO! Over the course of the movie, we see Walter as respecting her opinion on things, spontaneously romantic…the only thing the movie can say negative about him is that he seems to have constant allergic post-nasal drip. Yet we’re expected to cheer as all his good treatment loses out to Annie’s fantasy of An Affair To Remember and her pity for a lonely guy three thousand miles away who SHE ONLY KNOWS BY VOICE? And not even a voice talking to her!!! (Oh, yes, the guy’s kid likes her letter. That makes all this sensible, doesn’t it. :rolleyes: )
OK, that’s my rant. Anyone else care to pile on?