The more interesting real life is, the less interesting it becomes to watch one of those cheesy, chick-flick American romantic comedy bullshit movies. Not that I have anything against a comedy, I like laughing a lot. But why do these cliches of “the one, the true, the everlasting” love always have to be implemented? Isn’t our world diverse enough, by now, with all this internet and science and stuff that provide us with more knowledge than ever before, that we could finally find some more complex theme to entertain ourselves with than the witch-hunt for True Love?
Yes, you guessed right, I watched a movie – and the concept couldn’t have been chosen better. It seemed to be about friendship. I’d appreciate that. It was funny, too. But then – oh, why – the dreaded, somehow anticipated twist close to the end: It’s just another moral message sent by the almighty movie makers to value True Love (by their definition, of course) and not settle for anything lower than that. I might as well reveal the movie (if you skip the last 15 minutes, it’s actually quite good) – the title is “Last Vegas”, and it’s about a bunch of old farts trying to have the time of their lives on a Bachelor Party in Las Vegas. For some reason, the groom-to-be, however, falls in love with a woman his age (there you go, now you don’t even need to watch the last 15 minutes anymore, you’re welcome), contrary to his initial plan of getting married on the third day of the Las Vegas trip. To his 30-years-younger girlfriend for several years. Because he realizes he doesn’t actually love her, and 5 minutes later admits to the older lady that he is in love with this one, now, instead.
What a story. I have so many questions after having watched that. First, why did he even ask the girl to marry him, if he doesn’t actually love her? Why was he even in a relationship with her, and then for so many years? If I have learned one thing until know, it is that even though men seem to have a way more elastic tolerance threshold when it comes to spending time with people they “don’t actually like that much”, they still most certainly wouldn’t commit to those completely. Or even marry them! But this one plans to? And he has no doubts about being in love with his young chick, until his best friend tells him that anything that feels less important than what this friend had with his recently passed away wife (and come on, we all know how you only remember the good stuff and tend to exaggerate after something has been taken from you) is just wrong? And who is this friend, anyways, to take himself as a benchmark for all things important?
I usually try to abstract from the story in an attempt to get the deeper moral, in a more symbolic way (there must be one, correct?), but this was just one epic fail. Old dude dates young chick for years, realizes one day before the wedding she is not the right one, but only because he has the next one (who, of course, is proven to be the right one after only 2 days already) waiting in line. Happens all the time, right?
No, instead, the right messages could have been: rather be alone than with the wrong person. Don’t pretend to feel something, if in fact you don’t. Don’t expect love to be always rainbows and butterflies and, moreover, everlasting. Don’t conclude from your own experience and wishes and dreams to those of others, because everyone is different. Things change, people change, opportunities change, and our world has changed. Maybe, eventually, it is about time to change the concept of entertainment as well, to a more appropriate one.
Oh, and the main point that I got after all: If the ending sucks, the whole trip is suddenly less exciting in retrospective. But who knows, maybe that was the true and intended message.