Hello.
I'm going to make a confession to the cyberspere this morning.
I am a romance junkie. Books, movies, TV shows, songs . . . I want it all to have a touch of romance to make my little heart sigh.
Silly, huh?
Well, I'll tell you just how far my silly romantic notions have gone.
Last week I was folding laundry and watching TV. There was a marathon of a certain TV show. It's actually an action/adventure/spy show. I don't usually watch this show, but I noticed an actor and actress whom I've always liked their movies. They were in this show. So I left it on the channel and started watching.
After 8 episodes, I felt like I was pretty much up to speed with these characters and the main thrust of the show.
The season finale was that night. It showed the promise of one of my favorite elements in the romance genre . . . the damsel in distress. Now, mind you, this particular damsel spends most of the show trying to blow things up (this is a spy show, remember), but it's still a favorite of mine.
So I watched the finale.
And I just fell in love with these characters.
The girl's in trouble, she gets kidnapped. The hero finds out his new partner betrayed him, arranged the kidnapping, and sent her to her death. The hero eliminates the bad guys, rescues the girl (and she doesn't just sit around swooning, waiting for the hero . . . she uses the hero's distraction tactics to break the kidnapper's nose, and jumps from a dock into the water), and they have that MOMENT on the shore where they realize how much they love each other, even if they are too proud and stupid to admit it.
I've watched that single episode five times in the last three days. And I'll probably watch it ten more before the end of the week.
I even had Hubby watch with me. He was into the shooting, running, and explosions. I was into the dialogue and subtext and emotional turmoil of the characters.
And the funniest thing was, after watching the show and talking to Hubby about it, noting the different ways we viewed the episode, he shrugged and told me, "I guess it's just what you make of it."
I was focused on the underlying romance, he was focused on the outward action, and we both liked what we got out of it.
So I guess romance, no matter where it's found, is what you make of it.
Have a great week.
Later.
Monday, August 10, 2009
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