Thursday thoughts...

In addition to the new Weezer, I've also recently developed a liking for 80s glam divas. There's something about Invincible by Pat Benatar, Alone by Heart and Total Eclipse Of The Heart by Bonnie Tyler -- to name a few -- that just capture my ear.

I actually think it's their passion. All the girls in the 80s were sooooo dramatic. They were like Jewel turned up 10 notches. Every song sounded like they had just walked in on their husband cheating, picked up a mic, and recorded how they felt about it -- in other words, lots of angst. The girls today (Brittany, Christina, Etc.) don't come close.

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Don't you hate it in romance movies when everyone's sitting around and they ask the romantic hero, "Romantic Hero, what do you think love is?" And he proceeds to give his definition of love ("Love is like a star, it shines the brightest when the night is darkest" or "Love is like a flower, it only blooms after the winter" or "Love is like a blog, it only grows when the owner regularly posts...") whilst the girl of his desire looks on, impressed by his wisdom and insight.

Judging by movies, this is subject #1 at the dinner table but has this really ever happened to anyone? Not me. When I started hanging out at the Gulas house, seeking Suzanne's hand, Neil and Colleen didn't muse with me over the roast beef, "Tell us, Levi, what do you think love is?" If they did I would've been weirded out and thrown out some lame definition: "Love is like a blog...". (Thanks, Neil and Colleen for never putting me on the spot.)

Anyway, the other night Suzanne and I were looking for a pleasent movie to feel romantic over and the task fell to me to choose.

Enter, Music From Another Room. I should've taken a clue from the lone blurb on the cover: "A very sentimental film..." -- not really high praise, is it? It could be taken both ways.

So in the movie the inevitable occurs: "Romantic Hero, what do you say love is?"

I was prepared for the usual stock answer but this Romantic Hero (or the screenwriter) really pulled a doozy out of his pocket. Cue the romantic music and I quote:

"Love is like when you're singing along with music from another room, and a train passes by and you can't hear the music anymore... but you keep singing and it when the train passes you're still perfectly in synch with the music... that's what I think love is like."

Cut to the shot of the Romantic Interest looking like she's having a vision of heaven, while her heart slowly melts for this love-wise Romantic Hero -- we have our scene.

But as Suzanne pointed out, in all her level-headed wisdom: That definition of love makes no sense! "Love is like a mushy apple, it's soft and very sweet..." would've been a better definition than that!

Stupid movie.