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Hyper Romance

Britain was an empire, so large it never saw a sunset. Yet it struggled with sense and sensibilities. Its artists recognized this issue and made it all poetic. Their works styled men as monsters, or saw them haunted by the same. Tragic love abounded, and they scripted a parade out of the pain. It was intense, honest, and real. It was the Golden Age of Romance.

I bring up the Romantics for good reason. Though the present is filled with pretenders to the crown, their children persist with pens and write the grandest things. Some stories even make it to the screen, and this year I’ve seen so many.

In early 2011 Cary Fukunaga released a masterful adaptation of Jane Eyre. For the uninitiated, Fukunaga is an American director celebrated at Sundance for his 2009 film, Sin Nombre. His vision is consuming, and when applied to the romantics sees’ clearly. Jane Eyre is his impressive period piece that breathes new life into the classic. For those unfamiliar with Bronte’s book, it is a story of such sweeping romance only a daring heart would read it. I never have, but Mr. Fukunaga has now shown me that I should.

My Week with Marilyn is a great example of a modern romance. Set in the fifties it centers around screen queen Marilyn Monroe. Taking its cues from the autobiographical notes of Colin Clark, it is a tale of on-set love. Michelle Williams fills the role from hips to heart. When she cutely questioned, “Should I be her?” I cooed. When she cried as Norma Jean I wept too. Contrasting her dark beauty is Colin and his epic crush. The layers in this film are many, like pages from a treasured novel. Allow your eyes to traverse it and you won’t regret it.

Lastly, for the most passionate of souls, there is The Artist. My absolute favorite of the group, The Artist is a silent film colored black and white. Despite appearing old and without sound the web it weaves is timeless. Therein George Valentin meets Peppy Miller and their lives are changed forever. Without a word the movie speaks volumes about what love is, and how hard it is to hold. Powerful beyond belief it buries any notion that romanticism’s dead.

 No it’s alive and well, and I’ve learned no matter the turmoil it’s eternal. Evidence of this can be seen in the movies mentioned above. However, I wouldn’t call them romantic, but rather Hyper Romance. Why you ask? Because they and films like them speak the language of today. Meaning that in addition to being intense, honest, and real, they are also visual. We are the children of cinema. Before we knew of love we saw it on the screen. Celluloid trained our minds to dream their wildest dreams. At least that’s how I see it, but I’m a Hyper Hopeless Romantic.

Signed

My Life at the Movies

Comments

  • KWgirl

    You…a romantic? Say it isn’t so! We were wondering whether to go see The Artist…you’ve sold us.
    I think Michelle Williams will be amazing as Marilyn…haven’t seen that Jane Eyre adaptation, (it was on our ship…had I read this e-nroute…we would have!) 

    • Anonymous

      You will love all three, but The Artist the most. It is without question one of the best movies of the year.

      And me overly romantic… wonder where I got it from mom??? I blame all the times we watched Pretty Woman together.

  • Chris Elliott

    Cool piece dude. I like the array of different picks. I’m very curious about this Marilyn movie. I still cant picture Michelle William’s skinny ass pulling off the curvaceousness required to justify Miss Monroe, but time will tell. I’m glad you enjoyed the Artist so much. Not sure I could sit through a silent film, but I respect your ability to maintain an open ming long enough to do so yourself. Holla. 

    • Anonymous

      As I said, she fills out the role from Hips to Heart. You’ll love it. 

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