Friday, December 15, 2006
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I’m a big fan of a good chick flick. I’m not talking about the teeny-bopper ones that feature wannabe cheerleaders who look like they’re in desperate need of a cheesburger and an outfit that covers more than just their nipples and ass-crack. You know, the ones that feature (usually) a teenage, early 20-something chick trying to attract the attention of a dangerously handsome guy (ie: Employee of the Month, 10 Things I Hate About You, Mean Girls, pretty much anything with Kirsten Dunst or washed-up pop singers). No. I’m talking about the real thing – movies that don’t involve any of the characters ever sucking on a lollipop or actors whose next big production will be the speech they will invariably be giving at their next AA meeting. I’m talking about When Harry Met Sally, The Princess Bride, The Notebook, Love Actually, and my all time favorite – the Disney Animated version of Robin Hood. That’s right. My all time favorite chick flick is a cartoon. I used to watch this movie as a child probably at least once a week between the ages of 2-4. I could recite the dialogue from this flick like many guys can quote from episodes of the Family Guy, the Simpsons, and Futurama at will. I have the mp3’s of the soundtrack on my laptop…and I even listen to them every now and then. This is a great movie. I’d forgotten about it for awhile. In fact, I hadn’t even watched it for a couple of years. That is, until Scott gave me the DVD for my b-day, resparking the childhood memories and my appreciation for the classics. It’s not just my recent aquisition of Robin Hood that made me want to write about my love of a good chick flick. This week has been a festival of sorts when it comes to watching these things. The Notebook has always made me cry, but I’ve only met one guy who’ll admit to tearing up during certain parts of it. I convinced Scott to watch it with me the other night. There’s a reason that they’re called chick flicks, folks. Most guys just don’t get it. Case in point: Last night I went to a Girls’ Night where we drank Appletinis and watched Love Actually. There were points during the film when the room was completely silent (which doesn’t happen often with the gals I hang out with). Granted, this was usually during the scenes where the good-looking guy would take off his shirt. However, during poignant points of emotion there were definitely some group “aawwws” and sighs. The girls get it. So, if you’re a chick, go out an grab your favorite chick flick and don’t be afraid to enjoy it. And if you’re a guy and your girl makes you watch it with her, be a good sport and try not to laugh through it. |
