When my wife came home from a recent evening event, she saw that I was watching Alex & Emma on DVD. “You’re watching a chick flick!” she said.
“I am not,” I defended, “It’s an author flick.”
Allow me to justify my behavior.
Although I concede that it has all the earmarks of chick flick feminine wish fulfillment:
- No-nonsense working woman
- With a lot of opinions, with which she is forcefully forthcoming
- And “quirks”
identify her as high-maintenance and probably controlling when they exist in a woman in real life
- Meets a flawed but cute man
- Whose initial impression and silly bachelor ways she overlooks
- And they fall in love.
Friends, I agree, those are the earmarks of a chick flick. However, this particular movie plays upon those conventions and, although they sucker women into thinking the movie is directed at them, it’s not. It’s every author’s fantasy fulfilled:
- An author living in a comfortable loft downtown (Boston, not St. Louis)
- Tricks an innocent stenographer to his lair
- Where he dictates a potboiler novel,
- A follow-up to a wildly successful debut novel,
- Pausing only to nail a woman who looks like Kate Hudson
- And when he completes the draft in 30 days
- The publisher loves it without a single jot of revision required
- And immediately pays the author a six-figure advance.
- Meanwhile, the author tells the stenographer he “loves” her
- And she buys it
- So he will get to nail her again.
You tell me who gets gratified more from this movie.