I am cited BFF. The reason I love this movie (it may not be my favorite film of all time, but certainly my favorite romantic comedy) is that putting aside all the cannibalism and borderline necrophilia, it's really a beautiful love story. We're talking about someone who remianed faithful in his heart with no reward to a gril from first grade all through to his senior prom. And he died for her, came back from the dead for her, and ate people just to spend more time with her.
I'm not saying I want to eat people or that I want someone to eat people in order to prove their love to me. Rather, it's more the idea of doing something, anything, that you have to do for the one you love. It's not even limited to the flesh eating which could be interpreted as a partially selfish act, sating his zombie hunger. Before all that, he did get shot to save her life. And then, knowing the consequences, he did it again. That, my friend, is devotion.
And let's not forget the fact that a teenager -- an unpopular geeky virgin to boot -- found the stones to go out on a limb, without any expectation of reciprocation, and be honest and open about his feelings for the sake of being true tro his heart. That's a lot of courage coming out of a seventeen-year-old.
To me, yes, it's a light-hearted nummy treat with a few fun cheap laughs, but it's slapstick belies a very subtle wit as well as some genuine emotion. True, Johnny's reasons for loving Missy could have been a little more fleshed out (pardon the pun, I beg of you), but ultimately, this movie showed me, at the tender age of twelve, what it means to love someone and to be true to your heart, and it ultimately shaped my views on love in a very profound way. Some -- okay, many -- might find that incredibly silly, but we find meaning where we can.
I'm very much in love right now, and I can tell you without reservation that I'd eat someone's stomach if it was the only way to ever be with him. But I really, really don't wanna. Ever. Ew. But I would. And that's love.
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Date: 2009-04-18 03:02 am (UTC)I'm not saying I want to eat people or that I want someone to eat people in order to prove their love to me. Rather, it's more the idea of doing something, anything, that you have to do for the one you love. It's not even limited to the flesh eating which could be interpreted as a partially selfish act, sating his zombie hunger. Before all that, he did get shot to save her life. And then, knowing the consequences, he did it again. That, my friend, is devotion.
And let's not forget the fact that a teenager -- an unpopular geeky virgin to boot -- found the stones to go out on a limb, without any expectation of reciprocation, and be honest and open about his feelings for the sake of being true tro his heart. That's a lot of courage coming out of a seventeen-year-old.
To me, yes, it's a light-hearted nummy treat with a few fun cheap laughs, but it's slapstick belies a very subtle wit as well as some genuine emotion. True, Johnny's reasons for loving Missy could have been a little more fleshed out (pardon the pun, I beg of you), but ultimately, this movie showed me, at the tender age of twelve, what it means to love someone and to be true to your heart, and it ultimately shaped my views on love in a very profound way. Some -- okay, many -- might find that incredibly silly, but we find meaning where we can.
I'm very much in love right now, and I can tell you without reservation that I'd eat someone's stomach if it was the only way to ever be with him. But I really, really don't wanna. Ever. Ew. But I would. And that's love.
Yes, I've been in therapy for quite some time.