The baggage of Romance

I just watched this movie right now. 50 First Dates.
Okay, I know, I am very late. Don't get started on it.
But, I'm here to write something about it. [If I don't, I'll carry this heaviness for some days.]

So, the movie is about Henry Roth, a man afraid of commitment until he meets the beautiful Lucy. They hit it off and Henry think he's finally found the girl of his dreams, until he discovers that she has Goldfield's Syndrome, a short-term memory loss which makes her forget him the very next day of their first meet. (Yes, ouch!) 
















She just remembers some October date, the day it was her father's birthday. The same day she meets with an accident. It was that that she can't create any new memories after the mishap. So, every day, to keep her away from the shock, her father and brother celebrate the same rituals of the father's birthday. It then shows how this doesn't stop Henry and he meets her in a different way (even after being warned by her bro and dad to keep away from her), wins her heart from the scratch. Every single day. Henry comes up with an idea to make a video explaining to Lucy her accident and their relationship and play it every morning for her.
At the end they marry, with Lucy every morning freaking out on how she is in a stranger's home (and bed) and he calming her down with the 'Good Morning Lucy' video tape. They even have a daughter! (YES!)

I mean, wow! Such a wonderful fantasy! 

But. Fantasy. Yes. 

That's where I want to make a point. 

I am perfectly happy being single or in a relationship, but these romantic movies are so beyond perfect that what you have, feels less already.
Everything is so beautiful, so smooth and we know, will be great at the end to make a perfect 'happy ending'. They are filled with handsome heroes, beautiful heroines, loads of love, hugs, kisses, cuddles, love making scenes, picturesque landscapes, beautiful homes and so many oh-I-want-to-live-this-fairy-tale fantasies that makes you hate what you have.
It also makes you feel sad. To name the silliest reason- It makes you feel sad because the movie reminded you of all that your boyfriend doesn't do for you.


When I watched P.S. I Love You, I was dreaming continuously for 2 days around and about some If's- IF I had a life like this or IF I had a guy like Gerry or IF I will get letters like those or IF I could fight and make up like that or IF I could take a trip to Ireland like that or IF somebody knew me that well or IF I was so much in love or IF, IF and IF... It was endless. Oh not to forget, the creepy thoughts of what IF I am left alone like this or what IF I'll be so dependent on him or what IF the person that can help me with recovering from the loss then is only him or what IF, IF and IF...This was endless too. 

Sure, you could tell me- It's just a movie, Pri. What's so much fuss about? or tell me that I am thinking wayy too much. Yes I am. But then, everybody does think. Mine just lasted longer to blog about it. 

I haven't yet watched If Only or The Notebook or Remember Me (to name a few). But, isn't it a good thing? 
Romantic movies, for me, are no good idea. Melodrama, sentiments, emotions, and longing- they bring in my life all sorts of clutter and excess baggage. Which is heavy too.