September 18, 2009 at 10:16 am , by Lisa M. Gerry
In the spirit of full disclosure, I must admit that I am a big fan of Jennifer Aniston. Some friends, family and coworkers might even say “big fan” is an understatement. But the truth is, as much as I think she is fantastic (which let’s face it, she is), I can admit when she makes a flop (ahem, Rumor Has It). But, thankfully, I don’t have to make any such admissions about her latest movie, Love Happens, which opens today. In it, the very cute and charming Aaron Eckhart plays a celebrity grief guru who is hiding the truth that he hasn’t come to terms with his wife’s death. During one of his self-help seminars, he stumbles upon Jennifer Aniston’s character, a local florist with a penchant for players…and well—love happens. This movie, however, is not your typical romantic comedy. It deals with some heavy themes of death, grief and what it means to move on. At times, it works hard to tug on the ole heart strings—and judging by the amount of sniffling in the theater, it succeeded—but there is also a fair amount of humor (thanks in part to the perpetual gal pal, Judy Greer), and, of course, romance.
What are some of your favorite romantic comedies? Are there any you’ve seen recently that you would recommend?
September 14, 2009 at 8:05 pm , by Lisa M. Gerry
What the world needs now is love, sweet love. It’s the only thing that there’s just too little of. Such an amazing song and sentiment—and personally, I think the same can be said about movies. Don’t get me wrong, I love to laugh and I love suspense, but there is nothing like walking out of the theater with a slight love buzz. So, imagine my delight when I saw Bright Star, about the poet, John Keats (Ben Whishaw), and his achingly passionate (albeit chaste) love affair with his neighbor, the precocious, creative clothes designer Fanny Brawne (Abbie Cornish). The story takes place in London in the early 1800s and everything about this movie is beautiful…the clothes, the cinematography, the performances, and most of all, the notion that two people can find such certain, blissful love—even if only for a short time.
The film opens in select cities this Friday and then nationwide at the end of the month. If you’re as intrigued by the story as I was, you’ll enjoy this—it’s the final poem Keats wrote before he died from tuberculosis when he was 25:
To Fanny, by John Keats
I cry your mercy—pity—love!—aye, love!
Merciful love that tantalizes not,
One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love,
Unmasked, and being seen—without a blot!
O! let me have thee whole,—all—all—be mine!
That shape, that fairness, that sweet minor zest
Of love, your kiss,—those hands, those eyes divine,
That warm, white, lucent, million-pleasured breast,—
Yourself—your soul—in pity give me all,
Withhold no atom’s atom or I die,
Or living on, perhaps, your wretched thrall,
Forget, in the mist of idle misery,
Life’s purposes,—the palate of my mind
Losing its gust, and my ambition blind!