I want to explore some of the wonderful and inspiring gifts I’ve received while absorbing art over the years. These gifts have influenced my own art, whether or not they can be clearly seen in the final products I create.
Day 2: the Gift of Goosebumps
It’s no secret that I mostly write about relationships. On the last day of my creative writing course my senior year in college, we were supposed to go around the room and point out each writer’s style. The only thing I remember pointed out to me was that I write about relationships. My works were not all swoony romances, but my plots always involved at least two people and the way they related to each other. This holds true to today.
About mid-high school I moved away from science fiction and fantasy and towards contemporary fiction. This may have had something to do with my changing hormones and insane amount of crushes. No one was exempt. If any of the guys I went to high school with ever read this (doubtful), you were probably one of them. There’s approximately a 98% chance.
It was, of course, during this time that I discovered Romantic Comedies. Now, most movie critics would say this was the time when the genre really started to go downhill, but these were the only ones I knew and I loved them all. I’m sad to say, most of the movies considered classics in this genre I didn’t see until well into college and beyond. I marathoned Nora Ephron for the first time just last year. I know, shameful. So most of the movies I loved and still do have extremely low ratings on Rotten Tomatoes and I don’t even care.
These movies gave me the gift of goosebumps. A gift that neither science fiction nor fantasy could have ever given me. They made the hair on my arms stick straight up with delicious satisfaction.
In these movies…
Some fairy dust purchased at your local toy store could transport you in time.
A guy could chase after you through an airport and always reach you on time.
This is just a normal day.
Chris Evans could bring you flowers.
No matter what craziness just went down, Paul Rudd will always find his way back to you.
These movies were my first real run-in with romance, which I think is why romance, for me, will always be exclusively paired with comedy. I have a deep annoyance with anything that takes itself too seriously. Humans are weird, love is weird, everything we do as a society is really, really weird if you take a step back and examine it (which I wouldn’t recommend if your rose-colored glasses haven’t been shattered yet). Romantic comedies are both cheesy, swoon-worthy and ridiculously absurd and I’m sad they hardly get made anymore. Instead we get yet another remake of something that was barely good in the 80s, but I digress.
Romantic Comedies gave me the gift of goosebumps and gave me the foundation on which I write today. I thank them immensely for that.