Thursday, May 31, 2012
Love Conquers All
I watched Roman Holiday a few days ago. You know the black and white romantic comedy classic, with shining star Audrey Hepburn and the impressive Gregory Peck (you have to say his name in a bass voice). I'd seen it before, but this time, I can't help but be so sad a the end. I mean, we know from the beginning that she's a princess. And a princess and a reporter could never get together. But there is still something terrible that happens within me, a heartache, a longing when Audrey Hepburn puts on her stony regal face and chooses duty over love. Shouldn't love conquer all? I am such a hopeful (not hopeless) romantic, that I have to rewrite the ending to the movie, where she abdicates and lives a humbler, yet happier life as a struggling reporter's wife. They'd have to be happy. Love has to conquer all. To you, what is more satisfying ending to a movie or a novel? Realistic endings? Or romantic ones where the two lovers live out their destinies together?