by Melissa Uhrin
I do, in fact, quite enjoy a good love story. However I believe I have become quite jaded on the genre over the years, as I feel the quantity of romantic comedies has increased and the quality and originality has gone down. I also have issues with the repetitive stupidity of the problem that the love struck characters always seem to find themselves in. Even though we know that they will almost always inevitably wind up happy and together, the period leading up to the happy togetherness seems to leave me anxious and uncomfortable. WEIRD, I know, considering my absolute love of horror, thriller and suspense. Yet, I always find myself on edge and anxious as I sit through the love spat, or the unknowing mistress, the miscommunication, or the circumstances that lead to separation, and I find myself wanting to avoid these movie moments altogether. (COMPLETELY OFF TOPIC SIDE NOTE: Speaking of anxious and uncomfortable, we watched Wetlands the other day based on Patrick's recommendation... I'm still not sure if I liked the movie, or just found what it set out to do intriguing. So... thanks Patrick? Haha!)
10 Things I Hate About You was my introduction to him, and aside from his portrayal as the Joker in The Dark Knight, my favourite of his films. It's a modern adaptation of Shakespeare's The Taming of the Shrew, and to condense a longish plot, bad-boy Patrick, (Ledger) is hired to take man-hater Kat (Julie Stiles) on a date so that pretty boy Joey, (Andrew Keegan) as well as visible-to-no-girl Cameron, (Joseph Gordon-Levitt) can make a move on Kat's younger sister Bianca (Larisa Oleynik). Bam. Throw in a buttload of awesome '90s music that gets me moving and singing along every time, and this easily counts as one of my fave rom-coms from over the years.
True Fact: In 1997, James Cameron's Titanic changed my life. (Also note the Leo tie-in from the previous film. What the crap, eh?) I decided that I deserved to be loved the way they do in the movies and the crappy relationship I was stuck in was far more destructive than loving. So after my seventh Titanic viewing in theatres (I'm sure there must be a support group for this), I finally put an end to that relationship nonsense and moved on with my life. And eighteen years later, I can attest that my real life love is far better than any crap they write for the movies. Or plays.
Take that, Shakespeare.