I like romantic comedies more than sometimes. I mean, some are too stupid to enjoy (The Holiday, for instance, killed my brain, eyes, and ears, despite me being in a romantic comedy and Christmas movie mood), but others can be pleasant.
Even though it really scares me to do so, I'm not afraid to admit that there are times when a good RC is what I want. I'm not an idiot, I know that quality-wise, they are sub-par in almost every way as far as movies go and that the best actors and directors avoid them. But, I can't help but like them.
One of my best friends complains after seeing a romantic movie that it depresses her because it never ends up being that way because real boys are like that. I don't agree. Her real complaint should be that boys she likes aren't like that. I think romantic comedies are more damaging to boys because they think that if they act like the males in romance movies and go to the lengths they do, they too will get the female. All they have to be armed with is sweet nothings and flowers and love will win. Obviously, it's total b__lshit.
For demonstration purposes, I will use Nat. She is funny, pretty, and her blogs are amazing. Who wouldn't want to put a baby in that? Too bad she thinks I am ugly and a bore. Maybe if I leave notes on her windshield that say things like, "Nice blue blouse" or "You look delicious today...as always", send her spontaneous flowers, and/or take her out on a date (which she only complied to out of sympathy) where I tell her how beautiful I think she is, she will like me more than a friend. Perhaps it will take even more, like writing her poetry that compares her to flowers, helping her with yard work, or fixing her cars (note: all three of these things I can only do hypothetically, I am neither handy nor poetic). Then maybe she will want me like I want her. Probabaly d__n not, though. There are still those obstacles of my ugly face and my boring conversation topics that she will never get over (and d__n her for it). Plus, she is too busy loving Todd the Bod, who is handsome and smart and makes money (though the f__kin' b__tard probably can't fix cars like the hypothetical me can, I bet). He physically loves her back, but not like I do.
Anyway, that example was mostly just a way for me to tell everyone that I'm in love with Nat Nat forever. But it also shows how romantic movies have messed up (the hypothetical) me. It also discredits girls by giving off the idea that if a boy does it right, they have no choice but to get with them.
Romantic movies have killed modern dating by giving boys a "formula" of sorts on how to score a chick. There is no formula. Sure, you can learn a few tricks that will help you get loved, but it takes more than cheesey lines and generous gestures. Those things are for girls that already dig you. You need to have a handsome face and stuff.