(Or Why Do They Think a Happy Ending Can Make Us Overlook a Tragedy)
It was just my (bad) luck that I managed to stumble upon one disturbing romantic comedy after another in the last few months. Not to say they're not all cheesy, but sometimes, they're cheesy in a positive and funny way (really, TPTB tend to forget the "comedy" part in "romantic comedy" way too often). And sometimes, they're just... well. They don't work.
I'll rant about three films here, namely Letters to Juliet, The Accidental Husband, and Leap Year.
No worries, I'm not planning to bore you with summaries. I'll just focus on what they all have in common, and why it bothers me.


