The late 0’s to the early 10’s
were an odd time. Spurred on by war,
famine and fear on all fronts, weary Americans turned toward simplistic,
homespun entertainment to comfort them. All
of a sudden, and completely out of the blue, romances were all about tradition,
and all about weeping again.
The quintessential weeper of the
00s was The Notebook, a Nicholas Sparks film built upon the Classic
Misunderstanding. We’re presented with
Noah, a working class kid of the 40’s, and Allie, an upper-class, strait-laced girl. They meet and fall in love over a series of
outrageous, death-defying stunts (he climbs a ferris wheel and threatens to let
go unless she agrees to go out with him in an act of romance’ that could be
seen as severe manipulation). It’s lust
at first sight that doesn’t get consummated for years because Allie’s mother
disapproves of Noah’s poverty. Allie
then has a relationship with a stalwart ex-soldier who exists like a male
character in a Rebecca Welles novel; good, true, and completely
disposable. Allie and Noah have a swell
life – until we’re smacked across the face with their unhappy descent into
illness and old age. In a twist that
we’re supposed to find touching, they pull toward death together, no longer
individuals with separate wants and goals, and uncaring of their adult children
they leave behind. For Allie and Noah,
marriage has become a symbiosis, a total merging into a single being, and it’s
impossible for one to live life without the other standing guard. Some find this point of view romantic – I
find it downright creepy and co-dependent.
The follow-up, all about the couple's daughter, gives us a less
fraught journey than Noah and Allie faced, but for what Allie and Noah lacked in
stability Wilson and Jane make up for in stolid, wooden cliché. Their drama sparks up around their
approaching twenty-fifth anniversary.
Wilson realizes that he’s been neglecting Jane and decides to make up
for it by holding a joint wedding/vow renewal ceremony with their daughter, who
wanted a simple ceremony in her parent’s backyard. Jane and Wilson’s problems aren’t nearly as
soapy as her parents’ were – they’re the staff and chaff of every marriage in
the universe, which is why their story is so unforgivably dull and ridiculously
stuffy. At least they get to ride off into the sunset, happily married, and
hopefully unlikely to deal with the strife and pain visited on her
parents.
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