Critiquing a critique of my critique of modern-day rom coms
Several writers have offered thoughtful responses to my essay in the current print magazine on the decline of romantic comedy, and I'd like to respond in kind to a few of them, including Alyssa Rosenberg (Slate), Noah Berlatsky (here at theatlantic.com) and Billy Mernit (Living the Romantic Comedy).
But I thought I'd start first with the longest—and most critical—rejoinder, which comes courtesy of Linda Holmes, who writes the Monkey See culture blog for NPR. It's a sharp piece by someone who obviously has given a great deal of thought to romantic comedy as a genre, but I think she believes we disagree about a good deal more than we actually do.
Holmes's first major perceived disagreement is over my contention that a central factor in the genre's ebbing fortunes is the gradual erasure of the cultural barriers that once served to reliably keep would-be lovers apart until the final reel: parental disapproval, economic status, prior matrimonial commitment, and so on. As Holmes writes:
[If] you really examine these films, what you'll find is that ... story-wise, they're resoundingly silly. They are exercises in flawless scene-level execution, not storytelling -- the stories, such as they are, are really just frames to hang great conversations on. ... In other words, many of the romantic comedies we revere have always had something in common with the ones we don't: something I used to call the "hum-through plot," meaning that you just hum really loudly and ignore how dopey it is until you get back to the great scenes where people are talking to each other.
I agree completely! My argument was not that the classic storylines of the romantic comedy were clever, or inherently witty, or in any way innovative. Quite the contrary: It's that they were easy. Filmmakers didn't need to waste their limited screen time (or brainpower) inventing brilliant new foils to connubial bliss. They could pencil in inappropriate match for reason x and focus on writing good scenes. As I noted in my essay, part (but certainly not all) of what ails the romantic comedy today is the pressure to come up with some brand-new, never-before-seen impediment to the protagonists' cohabitating happily 15 minutes into the movie. To cite a very recent, if unexpectedly successful, example: she's a human being, he's a flesh-eating zombie.
Raymond Chandler once wrote (and many filmmakers have recently rediscovered, thanks in large part to Quentin Tarantino) that the key to the hard-boiled crime genre was that "the scene outranked the plot, in the sense that a good plot was one that made good scenes." That was, and still is, true of romantic comedy as well. The problem, as I see it, is that so much effort is expended on inventing new romantic obstacles to be overcome and so little (at least relatively speaking) to writing scenes worth watching.
Holmes also takes issue with my (brief!) contention that geographic distance is no longer a substantial impediment to love—and, of course, she's right. But I stand by the idea that though we may now be more likely to get to know people from a distance, the distance itself ultimately proves a smaller impediment than it did ten years ago, let alone 30 or more. Many, if not most, of the couples I know spent time in different cities at some point early in their relationships (including my now-wife and I for four long trans-coastal months in 1996). Skype and email and online chatting may be lousy substitutes for physical proximity, but they beat the hell out of costly long-distance phone calls.
For what it's worth, I am entirely of a mind with many of Holmes's observations, including those regarding Pretty Woman, Silver Linings Playbook, Notting Hill, About a Boy, and several other films. (On Two Weeks Notice, by contrast, we'll have to agree to disagree. Fond as I am of Hugh Grant and Sandra Bullock, I found it nearly unwatchable, and its signature "What baby?" scene appallingly unfunny.)