As many of you who follow me know, I have been recovering from a particularly hectic ordeal over the last month or so. You can read about all that happened in my last column and the latest post in my shoulder replacement blog special (Part 5). During my recuperation, I had the opportunity to watch many movies and TV shows – in fact, it’s just about all I did. Among the overwhelming horde of horrible remakes, pointless horror stories, and kitsch fad films, there was one bit of cinema that made a very distinct impression on both my girlfriend and me. The movie was called “Love and Other Drugs.”
This movie, which stars both Anne Hathaway and Jake Gyllenhaal, at first glance seemed to be just another in the long line of cookie-cutter romantic comedies that are being churned out of Hollywood at a furious pace. Most of these movies deviate little from the standard “boy woos girl, boy loves girl, boy loses girl, boy gets girl back” plot line. Because of this, I sat down with my girlfriend to watch the movie with reluctance. Viewing the first half hour of the movie, I was convinced my assumptions were correct.