There's something wrong with me.
"Yes," you say, "we've long suspected this Grace," but the specific proof this time is that a movie that won seven academy awards left me wanting to throw my computer across the room (I watched it on the small screen so I could use the treadmill desk at the same time). "Shakespeare in Love," is a pretty movie--lots of cool period costumes, almost too many, in fact. It also has some nice scenery, a peek at Colin Firth in the role of Dastardly Buffoon, plenty of good acting and competent delivery.
Oh, I could rant and stomp and carry on at great length...What I take from this experience is that for me, NOTHING will compensate for a misfire at the end of a romance.
Not clever dialogue; not handsome, witty actors; not somebody's nakey-nakey flesh; not distractingly accurate costumes; not lines of Shakespeare professionally rendered; not NOTHING.
So... two questions: First, what are your go-to feel good romantic movies (and I know some of you have already responded to my Facebook rant on this same topic, so...) Second, what are the mortal sins that for you render a romance an absolute betrayal of you as a reader?
You don't have to name names, and it can be something small. For example, I cannot abide a modern hero referring to a female over the age of eighteen (and under the age of, let's say, seventy-nine) as a girl. She's a woman, a lady, a female, but if she's no longer a minor, she's not a girl.
What says you?
To one commenter, I'll send a $50 Amazon gift card, and you can get you some GOOD movies for chasing off the winter blahs (and anybody who wants my copy of "Shakespeare" is welcome to it).