Summertime is the season to walk down the aisle, and as friends have hit up one celebration of nuptial bliss after another, I realize that unlike so many of my kind (read: chicks), weddings aren't really a big deal to me. I believe in the sanctity of marriage, and that everyone has the right to enter the state of wedded bliss -- but thanks to the movies, I'm personally not sold on the bliss part. One of the many reasons my parents let me watch my share of movies that were well out of my age range was that I had a solid education in the concept of make-believe. My parents made sure that I was 100% clear that whatever I saw up there on that big screen wasn't real. The downside to developing this particular skill was that I applied that lesson to just about everything I saw in the movies -- including love and marriage.
We all learn lessons from the films we watch, and most people learn how to be romantic by watching the movies. In the days of Bogey and Bacall men learned to charm 'Dames' by lighting their cigarette, but by the time the 70's hit, people like Woody Allen and Mike Nichols were dealing with the crisis of romance in the age of self-actualization. With the rise of the 'broken home', the perfect marriage was no more real to me than Darth Vader, it was all the stuff of fantasy-land.