Is it weird that I want my life to be a Richard Curtis movie?
As I much as I enjoy watching documentaries and movies that strive to portray the struggles of real life, I’m also convinced that movies largely exist to entertain us and give us pleasure. There are times when I just want to escape real life for a couple hours and fall in love with cities I’ve never been, feel nostalgic for things that never actually happened. Maybe that makes me an awful victim of romance and nostalgia; but in my defense, it also gives me that wonderful warm fuzzy feeling that love conquers all and life’s so beautiful; and I realize how damaging and silly that is but I don’t care, because it’s just a movie and life goes on.
Notting Hill probably qualifies as the epitome of the delusion romantic comedy: a glossy and perfect version of London, a huge movie star that falls in love with the shy, lonely bookshop owner and somehow, despite the physical distance and essentially inhabiting two disparate worlds they keep coming back to each other. But then, there’s the girl who’s not always bubbly and enthusiastic, she’s quite moody actually; I like that she calls the shots and makes the first move. She’s the one with the big personality while he’s more dull and takes the back seat. He gets his heart broken, then she gets her heart broken, and they keep finding their way back to each other. In the meantime, the soundtrack is gorgeous and the supporting cast is a real gem. The roommate steals the show every time he’s on screen and the slightly eccentric, yet ordinary group of friends makes for such a heartwarming bunch – the brownie scene is one of my favorites!
Notting Hill is a quiet, very romantic film. Years have passed since its release and Hugh Grant is old now, but it’s kinda funny to think how they’re all still young in the movie, and they will be forever. And I’ll probably keep watching it as the years continue to go by, perhaps even hoping for my own version of it – I mean, a girl can dream right! Besides, some of its quotes will always remain relevant and worth having your heart broken over every time and again:
Now tell me dear reader, what is your guilt pleasure?