There are so many romantic comedies out there, you guys. The best ones succeed because they have likeable leads with chemistry, and it’s easy for us to imagine ourselves falling in love with them. It’s wish fulfillment at its most basic level. But while few romantic comedies can hit those incredible highs, at the bare minimum, all of them depend on the very basic tenet that when we see their leads in action, we can on some level understand why another human would fall in love with them.
And it’s truly shocking to see how many films fail in that regard. It shouldn’t be difficult to come up with a generally non-offensive romantic lead that all viewers can sort of use as a cipher for all the attributes they’re looking for, but for some reason, filmmakers insist on frequently putting monsters on our screens.
These are mean, manipulative, messed up characters that no person in their right mind would fall in love with, yet we’re asked to watch time and time again as some poor misguided sap runs into their arms.
Why? How many writers have been in some seriously unhealthy relationships to consider this kind of stuff normal, and worse, romantic?