I watched the movie two months ago, but did not write about it out of – I can’t find a better word – cowardice. The whole world seemed to like the movie. On Facebook, everyone who spoke about it seemed thrilled to bits.
When I hinted at things I found revolting about the film, I received a mild eye-roll with unspoken and spoken questions like It’s just a movie; why are you taking things so literally? and Why do you over-analyse entertainment so much?
I was expected, apparently, to tuck my brains under the closest seat and be hugely entertained.
Needless to say, I was not.
A friend’s agreement with my stand finally brings out my tirade.
Why is it acceptable that Whats-his-name reads Whats-her-name’s messages?
Why does Whats-her-name merely blush, embarrassed and pleased, when Whats-his-name teases her about the messages?
Why is it acceptable that Whats-his-name tells Whats-her-name’s date that Whats-his-name is her boyfriend?
Especially the first is practically regarded as normal! And the third . . . Why is mass entertainment reinforcing this idea that a man can bulldoze his way into getting the girl of his choice?
Is it just because I do not watch too many movies that these questions hit me hard scene after scene?