How are you? How was your weekend? You see, last weekend I watched a chick flick. It’s called Letters to Juliet. And I just thought of sharing it with you.
Chick flick is my go-to movie genre when I want to relax. It’s my go to for moments I want to have a no-brainer leisure.
Chick flicks are formulaic. Girl is taken, either by another guy, her career, or some other thing that takes her mind off of love and romance. Girl meets guy – sometimes a better guy if she’s taken to begin with. Girl and boy spend a certain amount of time together. Propinquity goes to work. My Grecian Urn theory (Have you read it?) takes its toll. And then the viewer reaches the point of denouement: boy kisses girl.
It’s always like that. And it’s always a good feeling. But only during those moments of desiring no-brainer things. When I start to brain it, sometimes I find underlying ideas that make the story more exciting than that butterfly-fluttering feeling inside my stomach. Have you ever felt that? More exciting than kilig: a theory.
My no-brainer side enjoyed it – its writer protagonist, its predictability, and its aptitude to make me swoon. My brain side, on the other hand, started seeing the film from a guy’s perspective. Particularly from Victor the Ex-fiancé’s eyes.
If you haven’t seen it, let me give you a background. Protagonist Sophie is engaged to Victor. The fiancé, a man passionate about food, is made to look like he’s always busy and uninterested in Sophie’s passions – writing, stories, and later on, the Secretaries of Juliet (a group of women who responds to letters of love, longing, and lost from women who post their stories in Casa de Julieta).
As Victor grows busier and more engrossed in Italian food and suppliers for his new restaurant, Sophie becomes more involved in the women behind the responses from Juliet. She even finds a 50-year old unresponded letter about an unrequited love between an English girl, Claire Smith, and an Italian farm boy, Lorenzo Bartolini. With Sophie’s outlook toward stories (and possibly projection for romance), she responds to the letter, making the now 65-year old Claire Smith and her grandson, Charlie, fly to Italy. Why? To find Claire’s Lorenzo of course! Charlie drives his grandmother around Italy, taking Sophie in tow throughout the journey. For the most part, the Englishman is sour toward Sophie. Still, they manage to be amiable around each other to help Claire find her one that got away. By this time I’m sure you’re getting what I’m hinting at. Despite the almost-married status, Sophie eventually gives in to the kiss.
Three months later, Sophie’s out the door and has broken up with her fiancé. In the hopes of getting together with Charlie? Of course. Was it the right choice? If this story is about risk taking, then yes. If it’s about passion, definitely. If it’s teaching the audience about the mechanism of propinquity, for sure. But if there’s anything to be learned about Claire and Lorenzo’s journey of love, it’s that love endures.
That’s what Sophie should have given Lorenzo. Not endurance in the form of suffering. But endurance in the form of acceptance. What do you say to that?
Just a girl who has found love that endures