Earlier this year some friends and I went to the theater to watch a suspenseful movie based on a book. While waiting for the movie to start we were treated to a slew of movie trailers, one of which was a love story.
First things first, I’m not a chick flick kind of gal. My idea of a chick flick is…well I can’t think of one. The movie trailer involved a girl falling hopelessly in love with a guy on a beach, only to find he was enlisted in the military and would be shipped off soon. The girl; now in a disembodied voice; started talking about her love life, dreaming of the day she and her boyfriend would once again be reunited. Then she explained this whole story took place over a year. One…lousy…year. This stirred something deep within me, a reaction that could only be summed up by three words, and not the three words you were thinking.
I shouted, “SUCK IT UP!” This caused my husband and our friends to look at me, one of whom let out a quiet, “Daaang…” It suddenly occurred to me we were in a theater and that shouting is not the appropriate behavior for showing disapproval for a lame movie plot.
You might think I’m cold or callous. Really, I’m not. It’s just hard to hear a fictional person complain about not having interaction from their loved one for a year. However my husband and I went for three years in this manner. In comparison to our situation, a year is not that much time.
It’s hard for me to empathize with a character when I know they’re able to get on with their life after that year is up. Even just after our 2 year mark, when we finally figured out how we were going to handle having an ‘international’ relationship, we then had to deal with immigration issues. That tacked on another lovely 7 months of separation between us. Friends of ours who have dealt with immigration issues and have had their share of 7 months of separation and then some, might have as much trouble empathizing with us, as I had with this particular character. I can only imagine the movie that I mentioned would be even more un-relatable to them!
This is not to say that one situation is worse than the other, or that my love story is the love story to end all love stories. I’m taking a sarcasm note out of Scott Adam’s book wondering how empathic I’m supposed to be compared to the length of time two characters have been separated. I just want to know what the varying degrees are so I can either be prepared with popcorn and a soda, or a big box of tissues that can also double as a pillow when I fall asleep from boredom.
What movies or books do you have a hard time relating to? What movies or books simply by the trailer or description have caused you to not examine them closer?