I was quite bored last night and out of sheer desperation or lack of a better choice, I watched “27 Dresses”. I am typically not a fan of [dumb] romantic movies but last night I realized that from time to time, romantic movies can do you good. They sort of restore your long lost hope for humanity and with all the negative shit that goes on in the world, it’s great to be told every once in a while that yes, all your dreams CAN come true…that it’s OK if you decide to drop out of college and pursue a career as a mime or the chick you knocked up at 16 IS going to be your life’s sweetheart.

After having watched at least 4, I felt much better. Yeah, that’s right. It takes 4 romantic I-hate-you-at-first-but-eventually-we-will-screw-like-a-monkey films for me to turn my unavoidable cynicism into something…something…something more bearable. But see, too much of a good thing can be a bad thing as well. I think the ultimate movie that is both emotionally and mentally satisfying is probably something like Cinderella meets Fahrenheit 9/11 with the following script:

- Oh birdie, will the love of my life ever find my shoe ?
- Don’t worry honey. We’ll have 4-year olds in Indonesia make one for you before you know it.
- But about Prince Charming ? Will he come to rescue me from all the evil in the world ?
- Absolutely. He’ll raise chaos and pass through fire and hell to save you, just to realize his health insurance isn’t going to cover and that he’s fucked.

You know, something like that…