Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Newsflash: Rom-Coms Screw with Your Preception of Romance

I always suspected watching Say Anything 527 times in high school warped my expectations of what men will actually do to be romantic, but now there is scientific proof. "Relationship experts" at a university in Edinburgh had 100 people watch the John Cusack/Kate Beckinsale romance Serendipity, while 100 other people watched a David Lynch film. They discovered the group who watched Serendipity were more likely to believe in "fate and destiny" (while the other group, presumably, all committed suicide rather than finish watching a David Lynch film). Finally! People can officially blame their unrealistic ideas of love on external forces! Victory!

I'll never let go, Lloyd. I'll never let go.

16 comments:

McGone said...

The Hater on the Onion AV Club had some choice words about this study yesterday.

words...words...words... said...

I would have some ideas about fate after being forced to watch either of those movies.

And as always, Lloyd Dobler can suck it.

Dr Zibbs said...

Good one Red.

Liz said...

David Lynch movies are weird. Wikipedia had to explain what the hell I just watched after I saw Mulholland Dr.

Anonymous said...

I can't sit still during a David Lynch movie, I'm always waiting for something GROSS to happen.

I hate romcoms (with the occasional exception) and I can't figure out why except I spend most of them wanting to kill the characters for being PUSSIES.

Garney said...

Best David Lynch movie = The Elephant Man = least David Lynch movie

Charlie Kaufman is the new and improved David Lynch

d said...

Hm. I don't know who these people were, but I definitely have a warped view of reality after a David Lynch flick.

By warped view I mean I suddenly am really into velvet, red lipstick, Julee Cruise tunes, domestic violence and backward talking midgets.

Malcolm said...

I thought I was bad... I've "only" watched "Say Anything" 458 times. By the way... if anybody sees Lane Meyer, tell that S.O.B. he still owes me two dollars!!

danielle970 said...

My college roommate and I thought we were so cool when we went to go see Mulholland Drive at this really artsy film house in Boston. We both walked home from the movie theater and spent the next 2 hours researching what the fuck we just watched. And it wasn't like an M. Night Shyamalan "WTF" where you watch it again and it all makes sense.... because sitting through a David Lynch movie once is quite enough.

Feisty Democrat said...

What are my choices again? Rom Com or David Lynch film? eff you, I'm jumping out this 10th story window! Suckaa!

Aaaaaaaaaaahhaaaaahhaaaaaahaaaaaaa....

Liz said...

If you started watching Rom Coms as a kid and during your formative years, I can see how they'd give you a skewed view of how relationships work. Luckily for me, I also listened to a lot of depressing rock music growing up. I think that gave me a more balanced perspective. As another Cusak character once asked (quoting Nick Hornby): What came first? The misery or the music.

paperback reader said...

There's a Chuck Klosterman essay in his first book blaming John Cusack and Say Anything for ruining all women of a certain age. The man's fairly right about that.

I'm sure I've made this point before, but what I hate about romantic comedies is that there's nothing impressive about two people getting together, especially if they look like young, attractive, fit movie stars. It's staying together that's difficult, which is the part that happens after the fade to black, because who wants to watch a movie about tiny arguments over who did the dishes last and if you have enough money for a vacation?

words...words...words... said...

When I read that Klosterman essay, I felt like somebody finally GOT it (besides me). Besides, the Lloyd Doblers IRL don't usually win because they don't look like John Cusack and don't have two dimes to rub together. Luckily for me, I'm quite strikingly handsome.

Falwless said...

...in the dark

Falwless said...

I couldn't have said it better than Liz did. After Mulholland Dr I vowed to never ever ever ever again waste my time watching a David Lynch film. And I wish critics and film snobs would stop kissing Lynch's ass for being a daring, esoteric "artist." What a bunch of bullshit.

Red said...

"...in the dark." Fal. You slay me.