I can’t put a precise year or date to when the Romantic Comedy or more widely known ‘Rom Com’ genre, disintergrated to just a bygone era. It just, well, happened. The late nineties She’s All That heyday was over, Filmmakers and to some extent Theatre ones, were seemingly no longer investing their time and effort in to Romantic Comedy and nor were we, the audience.
For a hopeless romantic like myself, this ending could have been bitter and meant endless hours of contemplation, on the world in general, while eating an entire Chocolate Orange. But no, I decided to set about writing a romantic comedy play, with an idea that this extinction symbolised a revolution. A revolution of wit and sarcasm had to mix up the genre, make it laugh at itself. A rom-com’s had to become a parody because let’s face it, life and love is a parody.
Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights is admittedly not exactly uplifting, in terms of storyline, but it’s a favourite Novel of mine, because it is not a happy-ever-after story. The fact two characters Cathy and Heathcliff are entwined to the point of being one soul, but have every obstacle thrown at them, is just as relevant, if not more so, in the 21st Century. A rom-com can’t compete with this intensity, although it has plenty of humour, it doesn’t have that lingering effect in the mind.
We have to be willing to accept that a happy ending exists in many forms, that the happy is the most important bit, push the ending to one side and focus on what makes you happy, not what you think will make you happy to get that perfect ending. That’s largely where the once the escapism inducing rom-com went wrong, it have a perfect ending that was predictable and didn’t have the big gasp! moment. Even the biggest romantic needs a bit of a suprise to the tale, now and again.
In an act of pure reminissance, I shall watch 27 Dresses and Trainwrecked to remember all that’s good with the genre…Oh and She’s All That too. Ok I have a long list.
Wishing you all a lovely week 💜