I am not a chick-flick movie person. Give me a mystery, or someone chasing a criminal (which is kind of the same thing) instead any time. I admit it's an awkward admission when I find myself with a group of women discussing their favorite new romantic movie. Is it just me, or are all of them pretty much the same story with different faces? Sometimes not even different faces...
Well, in spite of the fact that our home is TV-free (no, I'm not gonna get on a soapbox about that), I do still manage to drag out a movie now and then and attempt to fit in with the rest of the world;)
So to distract myself from the stomach cramps that made walking quite difficult (I won't bore you with that explanation either), I put on an old movie I dug out of a box: Jane Eyre.
This was a quite old version (it had that odd and creepy 60's music), I'm not sure if they've made a modern remake of this one or not. It had George C. Scott in it, and some lady I didn't recognize. Of course, most of you probably don't recognize his name anyways,lol.
I must say, it's been a long time since I read the book. And it's a somewhat depressing story in many ways, but it was SO romantic!
Which is really hard to figure out, because they all stayed thoroughly clothed the whole time, and not one word that they spoke would I be embarrassed to say in front of my own father. No cigarettes, no wild parties. They did hug at one point, but no record-setting lip-locking going on...ewww.
And I'm thinking that's why it was romantic. There was a mystery and mystique about it that was completely enchanting. I found myself wishing they would show Jane and Edward years down the road, still in love with each other for all the right reasons. And maybe throw in a few ankle-biters for good measure.
Am I hopelessly old-fashioned? I suppose so.
Oh well, fitting in is highly over-rated anyway;) But if you like old chick-flicks, this is one I highly recommend.