I've never been a fan of cheesy, happily ever after, sappy chick flick movies. That's probably why I tend to overgeneralise when I see another lovey dovey movie hit the silverscreen.
But then I've come to realise that there are certain exceptional ones out there. Nicholas Sparks' works definitely take the cake for being exceptional. They're not cheesy or predictable. They're deep and moving. They take you to places that show you how profound love can be.
In A Walk to Remember, Landon does everything he can to fulfill all that Jamie has ever dreamt of doing before her life ends. In The Notebook, Noah spends his every day, reading to Allie the love story that she wrote of him and her - in hopes that she would, but for a moment, remember who he is. I'd recently seen P.S. I Love You, and I'm telling you, I don't recall ever tearing so many times throughout a movie before. Holly loses her husband to cancer, and finds out that before he died, he had arranged for a love letter to be sent to her every single day after he was gone.
Such beautifully crafted love stories they are. There is, however, one question that I never fail to ask when I get to the end of them all...
Do guys like that really exist?
Posted at 1/15/2009 3:28:57 pm by
esskay
