Despite my love for documentaries on environmental issues and war and conflict, I am inherently a romantic-comedy girl. Think Sleepless in Seattle, Notting Hill, You've Got Mail, Love Actually and the like. I love a good movie that makes me laugh and cry at the same time (and no, I'm no schizo).
Watching Cinderella 3 last Friday (don't ask) - the evil stepmother got hold of Fairy Godmother's magic wand and cast a spell to make the prince fall in love with Cinderella's step-sister Anastasia (yes, the tiny glass slipper fit her giantic foot!) instead, and to cut a long story short, Cinderella had to fight, quite literally, for her prince - reminded me of a random joke my sister's boyfriend made not too long ago.
Evidently, he was seriously considering how perverse the princes in these fairytales were because "which pervert would pass by the woods and dismount to kiss a corpse, albeit a very pretty one, in a glass coffin surrounded by seven strange-looking creatures?!!"
But jokes aside, watching Cinderella made me realise that no girl, whether at 4 or 40, can resist a story like this, and the issue of relevance of such a romance in the 21st century notwithstanding. But I couldn't help wonder if we are seeking solacement in the sur-reel.
This afternoon, I heard a Chinese song that goes something like this, "...我把电视机打开听着别人的对白,也许那些故事可以给我一个交代..." (loosely translated into: perhaps I will find an answer from somebody else's story).
I guess perhaps we all are...
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