A little pondering…
I went and saw the movie 27 Dresses tonight with a few of my girlfriends. The movie was great and a lot funnier than I was expecting it to be, but I have to say I’m fed up. Why do movies always have a character cast as a reporter for a big newspaper or TV station who goes out, falls in love with the character opposite them, and then suddenly betrays them with an article they’ve been secretly writing on the side? I’ve seen enough of that whole plot line. Of course, it all ends up being fine in the end between the two characters — the reporter proves his or her love for the other character and they live happily ever after after a big, showy kiss — but it still promotes a stereotype about journalists using any means to get ahead in their careers, even if it means lying and hurting a person you really care about just to get the scoop.
In this particular movie, the main character has been a bridesmaid in 27 weddings and the other main character is tired of writing for the ‘Commitments’ column in the paper. He finds out about her plight, falls in love with her, begs his editor to keep the story from going to print, but it still does and the woman slaps him in the face for making her look rediculous in the paper. He has to grovel to get his way back into her heart, while his editor comes by his desk in the next scene to tell him congratulations becuase he got what he wanted — a ticket off the boring, old ‘Commitments’ column. But, at what cost?
<> <>I think it’s all a little bit much, and I’m hoping that one of these days they will stop continuing the stereotype of journalists as blood-sucking creeps who are just looking for the next story.
