Romantic Comedies: The Death of Cinema

Recently J and I considered getting a babysitter and taking a trip to the movies. Why not spend some quality adult time and take in a stellar piece of cinema?

Fat chance. The ton of sappy romantic comedies on the bill at the local cinema, coupled with some truly awful-looking action flicks, proved too much to bear. I flat-out refuse to fork over $12 to watch a piece of crap that is eerily similar to whatever last year's blockbuster romantic comedy was.

I really want to know: how many times can you tell the same story and just use different characters? 100? 200? Are the studios legally sworn to make movies that pander to audiences instead of saying something unique? Even indy film, long considered the bastion of cinematic freedom, is starting to spit out some repetitive muck. These are dire times. We need a return to the glorious days of bad-ass cinema (I'm looking at you, 1970s): socially relevant, technically groundbreaking and, importantly, interesting movies.

Sorry, "It's Complicated." You ain't gonna cut it.