Love Story was based on Elizabeth Beller's book Once Upon a Time, which was helpful, but in a lot of ways Black Rabbit was more 'real' than Love Story because it was entirely fictional. I come from a research background so there's always a lot of research involved, whether it's photographs or books.
Every time I go a couple years without a home base here, I feel a little off-center. Though she's based in Los Angeles, she's almost always had a place somewhere in Manhattan - Gramercy, King Street, a grimy Chelsea loft with ex-husband Chris Robinson (a real-estate memory that delights her when I bring it up midway through our lunch).
A good recommendation I recently received: My friend put the 1988 film Crossing Delancey on an end-of-year recommendation list, and it turned out to be the perfect nightcap for a dreary winter's day: a wry romantic comedy of errors that doubles as an ode to Manhattan's Lower East Side. Its love interest is a pickle salesman-utterly charming!
A kiss, whether stolen away or done in public with gusto, can be naughty or nice. Maybe it's the movies - Sleepless in Seattle, Slumdog Millionaire, When Harry Met Sally, and yes, I know two of these star Meg Ryan - that have convinced us that a big, dramatic kiss is the only thing to do when love takes over.
The short answer is yes, unless you take fiction for what it is-fiction. When you long for something you don't have, it can lead to dissatisfaction with what you DO have. Romantic fiction has witty, heartfelt dialogue, buckets of romantic gestures, and protagonists who have a preternatural ability to read each other's minds. It's easy to forget it is not real. This can set up unrealistic expectations both conscious and unconscious.
In a packed room in Sydney, an excited crowd riffles through stacks of stickers and bookmarks searching for their favourite characters. Another group flicks through racks of clothing, pulling out T-shirts that say romance readers club and probably reading about fairies. A poster on the wall, with tear-off tabs, invites visitors to take what they need: a love triangle, a love confession mid-dragon battle, a morally grey man or a cowboy. Half of the tabs have already been taken.
Being Jackie, though, she never raises her mellifluous, Atlantic-accented voice, even while reprimanding her son. "Only one of us knows what it's like to marry into this family," she reminds him. "There isn't enough exposure in the world to prepare a woman to be your wife." A marriage to a Kennedy is not a partnership but a trade-off: Any woman who agrees to marry John will have to orbit him, give her life for his.
In one scene, an adoring fan asks Melvin his secret to writing women. I think of a man, and I take away reason and accountability, he says, an epic burn forever seared in my brain. Of course Melvin's anti-charm offensive only goes so far in a James L Brooks project. Before long, the rudeness erodes as Melvin is forced on to a journey of self-discovery with the nextdoor neighbor he can't abide (Greg Kinnear) and the diner waitress he can't live without (Helen Hunt).
It's the sort of small, character-driven American indie that has served as the festival's lifeblood for almost 50 years and, as the system has expanded in some ways and shrunk in others, the sort that has often struggled to make it far out of Park City. Back in 2023, a quiet, disarming and perfectly Sundance film called A Little Prayer premiered yet didn't get released until late last summer and was seen by a precious few.
In People We Meet on Vacation, we follow travel writer Poppy Wright and Alex Nilsen as they navigate their friends-to-lovers trajectory over the years. The plot homes in on their annual week's summer holiday throughout their friendship, revealing their history to the viewer through a series of flashbacks that take place across the world, with scenes set everywhere from Ohio to Tuscany. But where, exactly, did Netflix film the adaptation?
For someone best known as an actor, Bradley Cooper's core interest as a filmmaker is perhaps unsurprising. Thus far, he has been entirely consumed by examinations of performance-first digging into a pop musician's stratospheric career climb in A Star Is Born, then wrestling with Leonard Bernstein's desire to reimagine classical music in . Both movies were hefty pieces of entertainment, filled with love, death, and grand human experiences. His newest, the fetching