Have we become allergic or intolerant of romance outside of our own type? Why do movies say goodbye to romance?
I think that in a post-pandemic world, we will be more open or accepting of romantic dynamics and physical contact in the media, rather than being strongly opposed to it.
Lockdown touch hunger is real.
The aversion to romance is out of control
Whether this is quickly forgotten or Gen Z’s shift toward extreme prudishness about physical affection in the media, it feels like the media is swinging the pendulum too far toward an aversion to romance.
I’ve reached a point; there are few things more annoying than watching a movie that forces us to see unnecessary nudity and gratuitous sex scenes that do nothing to advance the plot.
Premium cable shoehorns these scenes in like Footlocker’s eager salespeople to earn extra commissions during back-to-school.
But the answer isn’t to ban romance altogether, unless it’s a major theme of a TV show or movie.
That call has been a source of criticism, from Emmy-winning series like Bears , to proudly slamming romantic undertones, to the most basic character-building moments in critically acclaimed movies. .
The prevailing sentiment is one of superiority and distaste for romance as a subgenre, let alone a genre.
There’s a notion that it has no place that has become so jarring that even the most apathetic person can’t help but notice.
However, it’s become ridiculous how this effect spreads to everything.
Cutting off your nose to fight your face is a pain in the ass, right?
Plot twist: Twister almost screwed up Glen Powell and his romance
You say we have to watch two conventionally sexy people like Glen Powell and Daisy Edgar Jones build up the full bond of a romantic couple in the new Twister, and then they end up never kissing again, which is What’s the meaning?
but why? Isn’t this the natural reward of cinematic love?
If that wasn’t maddening enough, we soon learn that they did kiss, but the scene was cut from the movie.
Even a genius like Steven Spielberg, who thrives on decades of devotion and trust from his fans, hates happiness, love, or just the simple pleasures in life, damn it.
I want to talk to him and the director who had the audacity to think that the scene of Glen Powell walking in the rain in a wet white T-shirt and cowboy hat should have been left in the editing room.
It’s not as if Glen Powell’s hit content wasn’t one of the selling points of the entire movie, nor one of its most memorable scenes. Who hurt you?
Thank God whoever had the good sense to stand up to that person.
People talk about slow burns and cravings, but you know what people crave? They want conclusion, hope, satisfaction, and a little damn romance!
Why are we trying to adapt a full season of TV drama into a movie?
Chasing key demos just for the hell of it
Glen Powell and romance are obviously a huge selling point for Twister, for those who love romance, hot characters, and the same demographic of women that studios are clamoring to land but simultaneously look down upon and disrespect.
But please allow me not to go off topic on this last point.
Twister, then, will appeal to people who particularly find those aspects of the movie appealing and will clap their hands and laugh out loud when the merchandise is presented to them.
It’s as if, after all the foreplay, the movie is deliberately depriving us of orgasmic release for the sake of fun.
No one likes a tease, but it’s safe to say that romance isn’t the main focus of this movie.
But what does it say when equally romantic films do the same thing?
State of the Union: A waste of the sex appeal of pop culture sex icons
Anyone who’s bored would press play after an endless scroll rather than let their food go cold, and a part of Boston that wasn’t intimidated or annoyed by the Wahlbergs while growing up has adjusted to the league.
Whatever this movie is, it’s an arguable “fun” and mindless action movie with no actual plot and consisting of two recognizable faces that people like.
Mark Wahlberg plays essentially the same character he always plays, but sillier, while Halle Berry returns to her Stormy hairdo for a less iconic film than Catwoman.
But they were having a great time, and it was clear that two good friends from the past wanted to work on a project together and tap into their chemistry.
They have this chemistry, like they were childhood sweethearts but fell apart due to their parents’ paranoia and small town/big world conflict, or something.
Honestly, you guys, I still don’t know the plot of this movie. sorry.
The movie gave us many classic rom-com tropes: flirting, lingering glances, near-death moments that make the other person scream and agonize over the loss of their loved one, playful banter, and the classic “Oh, no, there’s There was only one bed and we had to share it!
All that good stuff, right?
Why can’t we seal things with a kiss?
And then we get to the end of the movie, where Berry’s cool, bad-guy girl Roxanne shows up at Mike’s friend’s blue-collar Boston wedding and teases… a closet makeout session that we never actually see.
What. yes. this. reason?
How did we end up with an action romance movie starring two historical sex icons, only for it to be the most sexless, unsexy thing ever?
It got solid C grades in Chemistry, Physics, and Biology, not because of a lack of potential, but because of a lack of effort.
The thought process behind this romantic movie without a kiss was to leave fans wanting more rather than giving them the entire meal in one go.
We didn’t expect them to go all out. Why does everyone think too much?
They want the audience to want more so we can see a real kiss and more possible happy endings in the sequel.
Seriously, where is the love?
But the idea that The League is even of a caliber worthy of a sequel is laughable in and of itself, and that’s before we even consider that it’s on Netflix, a streamer notorious for canceling content we love, not to mention Let’s talk about our content.
No one is expecting a sequel to The League, okay? Even calling it The (Re)Union the setting is there.
It didn’t even make the top ten of Netflix’s funny romantic comedies that deserve a sequel, so why not give us a proper conclusion instead of doing a movie version and randomly cutting a book out in the middle and calling it a cliffhanger, leaving one The book extends into a trilogy.
If we can’t even seal an explicit romance in a movie with a kiss, what does that say about the state of affairs on screen right now?
Are networks, production companies, creators, writers, etc. really out of touch?
Where do you stand on this shift in sanitized romance? Why do you think movies are saying goodbye to romance? Let’s take a listen and see!
