Realizations! (A film-review actually...)

The previous chapter being entitled "two recommendations", I found it appropriate to name this one "realizations" - more or less as a direct opposite. Not saying that I am wiser or in possesion of more insight today than I was at former occasions, however; I would simply like to point out how I feel more aware, at this moment, of the ongoing incidents of my life... That might sound excessively poetic, and I admit I do strive to be quite like the poets whose works I continuously induldge in, but isn't it a bit - amusing?

Anyway! (And I like that word...) I came to realize there are stereotypes in this world remarkably constant and seemingly unalterable. No; this was more of a conclusion, actually, and it was caused by the watching of an American movie called "The sweetest thing". Well, the impression I was left with after the finishing of the credits was in fact faaaar from sweet. I'd rather say "grave". I do not intend to claim that the experience was wholly cruel or intimidating, too speak bluntly I was just disappointed. The main attraction of the movie, Cameron Diaz featured as the archetypal, silly BLONDE, with two equally archetypal friends, the BRUNETTE and the BLACK-HAIRED. They were all cast and styled and portayed in the most archetypal, boring ways imaginable. A hippie-surfergirl-dancer, a suit-wearing, classic, wannabe-ironic chic and a calmer, unlucky, seeminly-charming cashier. Exactly.

I could predict every, single step of the movie as it went along, and the ending was also - unsurprisingly - unoriginal. Although it was a bit relieving, since it marked the END of the tragedy. Of course, as a comedy, it did have its moments. Connections to well-known movie-classics, some musical-like sequences, even an obvious reference to Thelma & Louise...But in the end, "The sweetest thing" couldn't live up to those classics at all; it was plainly embarassing at times.

And my question is; why - and how! - do people construct movies like these, and for which audience to the creators believe they create them? The silly chic-lit-lookalike plots, the "sweet guy" who must be regained, the three friends who reunite at the end to share experiences and reconsider their life-styles, they girl who doesn't want to commit but falls head-over-heels and discovers she wants to marry this stranger-suddenly-turned-Love Of Her Life after all... My goodness, I do not even have to include a plot summary; it must be evident to anyone what happens next! And I hate it. I really do. Because I suspect watching this kind of movie is common entertainment and source of relaxation for plenty of people (women? is it really made for women??? I am not sure I want to know for sure...) out there.

Plotless, pointless, dangerous fun, that is. Dangerous, since it makes us uncritical and unconscious of quality; it makes us lazy and unaware of how the society creates norms. For instance; I am absolutely incapable of identifying with any of the women in this movie. (Least of all Cameron Diaz's character who is a blonde like myself.) I hope every girl is. But we are SUPPOSED to identify and care for them. Cheer for the characters during their everyday-struggles and as they encounter more serious problems. And if this IS girls' entertainment, I tell you - we deserve better. We deserve quality. Even for a romantic comedy - I mean, who said they have to be low-grade? All audiences and people with any kind of preferences deserve good stories and original characters they can relate too. Everyone deserves better than this, anyway, when paying for a cinema ticket. Indeed; I am delighted to know that the cable-TV where I live is FREE. Or else I would be furious.

So, after this extensive summary and commentary of this stupid, stupid, stupid, archetypal movie-shit, I'd like to round off by saying:

Goddamn you, sometimes - Hollywood. AAARGH!