For the longest time I’ve been thinking that the vicarious aspect of films has been overstated. I appreciate the more brechtian way of presentation, and it wasn’t until last night when I sat through One Day, Like Crazy, and Five Years of Engagement that I truly appreciated the beauty of escapism.
I was reminiscing the similar encounters I’ve been through with my last boyfriend, crying at my loss, seething with anger at the all-too-familiar bastardy moments.
And at the end of six hours, I simply took off my headset, switched the screen off, and walked away from the cathartic experience without any emotional residue.
Such is the beauty of a romcom cinematic evening.