Loathe, Actually

Valentine's Day.  A holiday that reminds couples of their romantic feelings for one another, a day that inspires wooers to turn up the volume on their courting, and a troubling time that brings out the most desperate, obnoxious, guilt-ridden, dysfunctional sentiments in those forced to partake. Because, let's face it, many feel pressured by a day filled with conspicuous bouquets, ridiculous balloon arrangements and couples engaging in too many public displays of affection. 

And then there are “romantic” movies ... perhaps some of the worst Valentine's Day offenders of all. Though mostly harmless diversions, entertainments we watch knowing full well how unrealistic they are, they also work as a reminder of how your life isn't anything like the movies (which, is often a good thing) or, worse, how delusional some viewers are. And no, I’m not saying you must stay in and watch Ernest Borgnine suffer  through that painful phone call in Marty (not that’s there’s anything wrong with that, poor Marty: “Ma…I’m just a fat ugly man…I’m ugly! I’m ugly! I’m ugly!”) and, obviously, I venerate great romantic movies like Casablanca, The Philadelphia Story, Notorious, Harold and Maude, Annie Hall, Bringing Up Baby, The Apartment, The Shop Around the Corner, Holiday, The Big Sleep and more. I'm talking movies that are either overrated or, in some cases, just plain creepy (which, to be fair is the only thing that makes some of them interesting). Here are 10 beloved modern love “classics” (originally published at MSN Movies) I find most egregious. Read, disagree, call me a cynical jerk, whatever. Just know I'll never sit through Ghost again.

Pretty Woman (1990)

Here's my problem with Pretty Woman -- it's not that Julia Roberts is a prostitute; rather, it's why is she a prostitute? Aside from discussing how her mother used to "lock her in an attic" (who wrote this? V.C. Andrews? Actually, that would have been awesome if she had...), the picture rarely delves into that troublesome area called backstory or motivation, and we can only assume Roberts' incredibly healthy, sweet-hearted, model-beautiful Vivian is a streetwalker because she was abused or super depressed or hated her job at the Sizzler. Maybe she's just clinically perky. But who cares, right? We don't need to know why she has taken to the streets -- over becoming, say, one of Heidi's girls, a much more realistic Hollywood option for a woman who looks like Roberts. As long as we know it's not really what she wants to do with her life, it's fine. She wants, as she says, the "fairy tale," which she does indeed receive via Richard Gere's wealthy businessman, a guy who gives her the full Henry Higgins treatment while paying her to sleep with him (that part is realistic, sorry Eliza Doolittle). There's so much about this movie that's not romantic -- from the first embarrassing seduction scene, to the breakthrough moment when the couple fornicate and kiss on the lips, to the whole "you and I are both whores" reflection, to anything involving utensils. I've simply never understood why it became so instantly beloved. And the final scene is such BS lip service. When Gere plays the white knight, wooing and rescuing his princess from the clutches of a dumpy hotel room, she says, supposedly all plucky feminist, that, "She rescues him right back." Rescues him from what? The piles of money she's going to spend on Rodeo Drive? "Big mistake. Big. Huge. I have to go shopping now." You tell those beotches Julia!

The Way We Were (1973)

This is a tough one. For the most part, I revere Sydney Pollack. Not only did he direct one of my favorite downer movies of all time (the masterful They Shoot Horses, Don't They?) but also the political-romantic gem Three Days of the Condor. He also directed Tootsie and contributed a memorable performance as Dustin Hoffman's frustrated manager ("A tomato doesn't have logic!"). He also offered some of the most scathing moments in Woody Allen's brilliant anti-romance movie Husbands and Wives. He's pretty much golden in my book. Except for his ridiculously overrated The Way We Were, a movie that paired the mismatched Robert Redford with Barbra Streisand in a forced, syrupy period piece filled with cloying Marvin Hamlisch music and bland political tension. It hasn't aged well. Stick to the aforementioned Pollack, watch Redford in just about anything else, and check out Barbra in the infinitely superior and underrated The Owl and the Pussycat, in which she plays a lovably obnoxious prostitute. Huh. Streisand plays a better hooker than Julia Roberts. Go figure.

Sleepless in Seattle (1993)

Oh, the early '90s ... such innocence. No personal e-mails for every household, no endless scrolls of confessional blogging, no chat room flame wars, no abysmal reality TV dating shows. Paris was still a place for lovers, New York had nothing to do with Tiffany Pollard, and Seattle was ... sleepless. It actually makes me a bit misty thinking how little we knew back then -- that we were on the precipice of a communication explosion. This watercolored memory steered me back to 1993's Sleepless in Seattle, a movie where Meg Ryan falls in love with Tom Hanks the old-timey nontraditional way: from a call-in radio talk show. For some reason I thought the film's period quaintness might make me reassess what I disliked about it the first time around (boring, unlikable leads, silly side characters including Bill Pullman and Rosie O'Donnell, and an all-around hollow feeling). But, alas, it continues to disappoint. Maybe I'm a little paranoid, but there's something a tad stalkerish about Ryan's character as she falls for Hanks' architect widower, traveling from Baltimore to Seattle to track him down. There's a lonely feeling to this movie that's actually quite interesting, but rather than creating intriguing characters from such a predicament (and both Hanks and Ryan would be up to the task), the movie relies on lame clichés regarding men and women (did you know all women love An Affair to Remember?) and stock romantic scenarios. Interesting that Tom and Meg would fall in love through technology, yet again, in the equally sappy You've Got Mail. Which brings me to ...

You've Got Mail (1999)

Through that magical innovation called e-mail, a woman corresponds with a man she's never met. They fall for each other and decide to meet not knowing that the woman, who runs a small, children's book store, and the man, a big-business, chain-store retailer, are archenemies. But, gosh darn it, they're both lovable moppets with crinkly smiles and that means everything when faced with this kind of narrative opposition. Remake (terribly) a brilliant romantic classic (The Shop Around the Corner, directed by the surely still grave rolling Ernst Lubitsch). Reunite Sleepless in Seattle stars Ryan and Hanks, add some wacky sidekicks, slate Nora Ephron (When Harry Met Sally ... and Sleepless) as screenwriter and director. Add a dash of modern pontificating, but not enough to make it too foreign-tasting, and whip to a light, fluffy froth. Serve lukewarm. Voilà! Modern Romantic Movie Soufflé! Blech! Delete! In the immortal words of Bruno Kirby, “Baby fish mouth!” I want Billy Crystal back! And, on a side note, thank God for Parker Posey appearing in this movie – her small presence made part of the experience pleasurable. But then, Posey, a gorgeous, hilarious throwback to our shimmering, anarchic screwball queens of yore should be leading modern romantic comedies. I demand to know why she’s not! Ms. Ephron?

Ghost (1990)

Do I need to discuss the plot of this picture? You already know it's about Demi Moore's poltergeist paramour Patrick Swayze as he attempts to both move on to the heaven world and solve the mystery of his murder. Trouble is, he can't properly communicate with his beloved, requiring the assistance of sassy psychic Whoopi Goldberg. Goldberg won an Oscar for her performance, and though she may not have deserved that, she is the only entertaining aspect to this endlessly cornball movie. And I know the scene is famous, but please -- pottery isn't sexy. It may look hot handling all that clay, smoothing its creamy consistency into a flower pot, or vase, or bong, or whatever you're crafting, but it requires some attention and skill and strong hands. (OK, now it's starting to sound kind of sexy.) But really, it's not something you want to attempt while Swayze is hovering behind you, turned on because your potential planter looks, oohhhh, phallic. Demi Moore should be annoyed when he touches her clay, laughing over wrecking her possible "masterpiece." Thanks a lot, buddy. No “Ditto” for you.

Dirty Dancing (1987)

Remember when people loved this movie unironically? I sure do. I recall sitting on the school bus with girls gushing over Baby and corners and the Catskills and "Wipeout" and wondering what the hell was wrong with them. To be fair, we're talking girls, not adults, but even certified grown-ups were gaga over this and still are, making the picture some kind of '80s classic. While I do get that viewers found non-knockout Jennifer Grey refreshing as the privileged girl enjoying summer vacation with stud muffin dance instructor Swayze circa 1963 (though I'm pretty sure girls back then didn't wear denim cutoffs the way she did), that doesn't excuse the picture's endless procession of cheesy, cringe-inducing moments of romance and ridiculously "dirty" dancing. Yes, Swayze (whom I like) is a talented dancer. Yes, it's nice to hear an Otis Redding song in a movie. Yes, yes, Jerry Orbach is a class act, but ... oh god ... that crawling "Love Is Strange" moment? No amount of post-'80s irony can make that moment not embarrassing. And can someone please explain to me what, "She's like the wind, through my tree" means? Ugh. Stay in the corner, Baby.

While You Were Sleeping (1995)

Love sure makes you do crazy things. Especially unrequited love. Ask Sandra Bullock, who is so besotted with Peter Gallagher that she pretends to be his fiancée after he’s nearly hit by a commuter train. See, he's in a coma, so what does he know? And who is she hurting anyway? And besides, Jack Warden tells her she's a positive influence and shouldn't feel badly about her behavior. This gives her a pass to look through his personal belongings, spend Christmas with his family, fall in love with his brother (played by Bill Pullman) and ... well, it's all really complicated, OK? Um ... no? Not OK? Alright, I know this is a movie and one wonderful aspect to cinema is removing us from the reality of day-to-day existence, but come on! Bullock's high quotient of cute (full confession: I love Sandy Bullock) can't save this picture from being flat-out creepy. Even the title, While You Were Sleeping, is scary. Give Bullock a blond perm, a rabbit and some psycho Madame Butterfly moments and the innocent sleeping swiftly becomes ... While You Were Sleeping with Michael Douglas.   

My Big Fat Greek Wedding (2002)

Moonstruck, a genuinely romantic, inspiring slice of romanticized Italian-American life, this was not. And yet, this picture, adapted from star/writer Nia Vardalos' one-woman stage show, was a big, fat, independent hit, striking a chord with viewers seeking mindless fluff or a big-screen version of every stupid ethnic sitcom they'd ever seen. The story finds 30-year-old frumpy Greek waitress Toula (Vardalos) transformed by computer college, a makeover, a job at a travel agency and, yes, the love of her life -- the tall, WASPY drink of water Ian (played by John Corbett). But how can she reconcile her colorful Greek family -- one that finds the Greek root to all words or thinks vegetarians only eat lamb or believes Windex a miracle cure -- with her fiancé? And what will her proud Greek father have to say? Too much, unfortunately, and in a coarse, pandering way. Not surprisingly, this movie was turned into a TV show. Not surprisingly, it was soon canceled.

Four Weddings and a Funeral (1994)

Oh dear ... I know there are some of you out there who absolutely adore this movie, and I will concede there's lots to admire here. Hugh Grant is self-deprecating and charming (though I prefer the nastier About a Boy cad Grant over this); Kristin Scott Thomas is immensely likable; and John Hannah reads a mean W.H. Auden. But ... Andie MacDowell (or, as one of my friends calls her, “the woman who almost ruined Groundhog Day”) ... why did director Mike Newell agree to cast her? Not only is she uninspired, but she's incredibly unlikable as the object of Grant's longstanding affection. Aside from her beauty, it's unclear why timid Charles (Grant) falls instantly in love with Carrie (MacDowell), whom he meets at a wedding and then meets again, at another wedding where she brings her fiancé. She has no idea he's devastated (yeah, right), he tries to make sense of it all while, sadly, not understanding that Fiona (Thomas), who pines for him, is the real catch. Worse, we're rooting for Fiona, not Carrie, making the picture's ending “happiness” so entirely irritating. I suppose that's how it works in the real world: The nice guy prefers the annoying, brittle, trophy girl. But I don't think that's how the movie intended us to feel. I mean, he actually says to her, "In the words of David Cassidy, 'I think I love you.'" She doesn't deserve such soaring romantic sentiments.

Love Story (1970)

Here's one thing I do know, love means having to say you're sorry -- a lot. Like all the time. Don't listen to the clichés of Arthur Hiller's Love Story, a picture that seems frozen in a time that never was, and one that remains eternally baffling for popularity alone. Released in 1970, the same year as cinematic classics like M*A*S*H, Five Easy Pieces and Little Big Man, you have to wonder who was buying this load of malarkey ... especially with the performances of Ryan O'Neal as Harvard hottie Oliver and Ali MacGraw as sassy, working-class, Radcliffe-attending Jenny. They may photograph well (MacGraw is soooo pretty, which actually makes the movie worth a view), but the famous leads didn't and still don't have any chemistry -- just a lot of magazine layout emotions and zombielike banter. Unless you're filling the movie with your own memories of love and loss (and really, you have to), getting teary by the film's famous ending (yes, Jenny dies ... sorry!) is near impossible. For truly sexy MacGraw chemistry and loads more romance (even with the slap), watch Peckinpah’s The Getaway with Steve McQueen, AKA the movie and man MacGraw left Robert Evans for: "She was looking at me and thinking of Steve McQueen's cock." Why didn't that become the romantic catchphrase of the '70s?

*Check out the over 560 comments in which angry readers call me "bitter," "an unhappy person," "dateless/divorced," "an unromantic clod," in need of therapy and "I...feel sorry for you, did your mother lock you in the attic?" For the record, my mother locked me in the basement.

From my story at MSN Movies.

Comments

[Stealth]

That's the second-best pan of Pretty Woman I've read.

[Bill]

great list..incomplete but a greta list nonetheless
I especially loathe Dirty Dancing

[Erich Kuersten]

"Thinking of Steve McQueen's cock!" That should be the catchphrase of the 10's.

You must really "loath" movies though, after being locked in that attic for so long!

[Hedwig]

Wow, those comments are...terrifying. And I somehow wasted an hour of this already useless day reading them. Kudos on not letting them get to you.

I mostly agree with you, though my loathing is less strong. I do mention "The Shop Around the Corner" every time someone tells me they love You've Got Mail, tell them it's loads better. Alas, I think the B&W thing is too big a barrier for most to cross.

My personal romantic favorites? Casablanca, of course. The Shop Around the Corner, It Happened One Night. And of course not all good romances are B&W: recent ones I like are Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and the Before Sunrise/Sunset movies.

[Amanda]

Great insight on these horrible movies! You made me laugh twice with the Robert Evans line and the V.C. Andrews bit.

I half like You've Got Mail, but only because it's The Shop Around The Corner story. If you want to see something disgusting, check out Bewitched's last act. Nora Ephron steals from herself:

From You've Got Mail:
JOE
Don't cry, Shopgirl, don't cry.

From Bewitched:
JACK
Don't cry, little witch.

Shameless!

[J]

Great list.
So, do you love An Affair to Remember?

I just love that Dave Chappelle was in You've Got Mail, not his performance just that he was in it. So odd.

And of course this begs the question, what are your Top 10 romantic movies of all time, or is this your list,"Casablanca, The Philadelphia Story, Notorious, Harold and Maude, Annie Hall, Bringing Up Baby, The Apartment, The Shop Around the Corner, Holiday, The Big Sleep "?

[J.]

I couldn't agree more.
The best love story in the past few years?
Bug.

[Jack]

Ms. Morgan, if there was any doubt in my mind before that you are my favorite film critic on the planet, it's gone now. I agree 1000% (not a typo) on every one of these movies I've seen, and I've thankfully never seen Ghost in its entirety. Although I would have added The American President to this list too... worse than being an offensive, intelligence-insulting cultural curiosity piece, it's just a snooze-inducing bore.

[Trevor]

I harken back to the episode of "Undeclared" where Seth Rogen's character announces his secret love for "You've Got Mail". Granted in the end he watches it again and rebutes himself but up until that point I hopelessly fell for the curly haired jew six years ahead of the curve.

[la peregrina]

Just back from reading the first seven pages of the comments over at MSN and can only shake my head in disbelief. I am amazed by the number of people who attacked you. A lot of misogynistic sentiments expressed there. Where does all that anger come from?

[Mr. Peel]

I remember seeing Four Weddings and a Funeral in the theater the exact same week I first saw Bitter Moon, also with Grant and Thomas, so the two films have always gone together in my mind. Maybe that's part of why I like Four Weddings so much, maybe it's not. But even with Andie MacDowell, even though I did far prefer Kristin Scott Thomas's Fiona by a long shot, I still like that movie and hey, yyou go kind of easy on it.

All of the other movies you mentioned? Dead right on all of them.

[Mr. Bob]

Hilarious, insightful, great taste. You are right on target here. Aces Morgan.

I read those comments over at MSN and was shocked (which is hard for me) by all of the rabid rage. The personal attacks! If I read one comment correctly, it appears Miss Morgan should be "shot" for slamming Dirty Dancing. Is this what happens to a woman voicing her opinion about things women are supposed to like? Was Kim being "bad"? What a world we live in!

I wonder if all this bile would haven been released had Morgan been a man?

Keep fighting the good fight woman!

[Marie]

You named nearly all my favorite movies, but it's OK, I know I have bad taste. I'm sure that if you were french you would have named "L'Etudiante" with Sophie Marceau, or "La Boum" in the subgenre of bad teen romcom.
Keep up the good blog.
Peace out !

[Campaspe]

HA! all right, well, the Siren won't wade into the 560 comments over there, she will settle for expressing her admiration right here. You have splendid taste in romantic movies and with the exception of The Way We Were and parts of Dirty Dancing these are all genuine ready-for-their-bourbon-bottle-closeup turkeys in my book. If I recall correctly this is not the first time you have stirred up a hornet's nest at MSN. Good for you! If even one of those 560 commenters rents The Shop Around the Corner, all will not have been in vain. Incidentally, you're right of course, not all women love An Affair to Remember. Some women prefer the far superior original, Love Affair.

[Katel]

besides all the millions of classic romantic films- bringing up baby, some like it hot, it happened one night- the top romantic films are:
1. Next stop Wonderland
2. Once
3. Persuasion
4. Sweetland
5. Pride and Predjudice (a & e)

[Katel]

I also want to agree with the previous commentor-
before sunrise-sunset
and eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

[Final Girl]

Those comments are simply 560 more reasons to love you.

[SolShine7]

Kim, although I totally disagree with you on this list I do respect all the spunk you wrote it with. Sure, these movies have their cheesy moments, but people like their cheese and crackers.

Good post!

[jesse crall]

THANK YOU!!!! ....for saying that My Big Fat Greek Wedding is overrated. There was no real conflict in the film. It was just mild bleatings from Vardolos' "kooky, krazy" Greek family. The supposed disfunction of this family was really nothing more than you'd expect from a close-knit immigrant family. I mean, it was a "kute" indy film that should never have been the monster hit it was. For a far more interesting indy romance, check out Paul Giamatti and Hope Davis in American Splendor. Now that's disfunction.

[Pete Bogs]

all of these movies are overrated... as for Pretty Woman, director Garry Marshall (who seems like a personable guy) is a paint-by-numbers hack... Julia Roberts is also overrated... and the whole "sanitized" Hollywood view of prostitution is a joke... give me Ken Russell's Crimes Of Passion, Figgis' Leaving Las Vegas or any number of other films...

[Marikay]

I loved this list, but I confess that I do have a soft spot for "While You Were Sleeping"...it's corny, but I like it anyway...and I'm a sucker for a Christmas theme... besides that I love Sandra Bullock and Bill Pullman is so cute. But I know you are right.

[Marikay]

I loathed "Up Close and Personal" (michelle pfeiffer & robert redford) ...I was forced to sit through it and it was oh so excruciatingly bland, commercial and superficial.