The rumors of Romantic Comedy’s death seem to float around every few years. I honestly remember reading a magazine in high school (it was chiseled on stone) that talked about how there was nothing funny about love anymore.
Let’s face it, Love and laughter go together like milk and cookies. Have you ever watched two teenagers in the first blush of young love? They are hysterical. They fight over who hangs up first, count how many times they have said I LOVE YOU. Celebrate things like the 2 month anniversary of our first text message. Even young adults will often use baby talk or those disgusting endearments that no one wants to admit (satchamo, don’t ask, there is a guy out there who knows who he is). My 77 Year old Aunt got remarried recently and literally burst into tears because her elderly groom forgot her favorite flavor ice cream.
Love is funny. It makes you do stupid stuff. It makes you feel goofy. It makes you say things that you will cringe over in 5 years. (I once stood in the rain and sang YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE just to cheer a lover up). If love were just intensity and passion, it would kill us. Seriously, if you can’t laugh with a lover, you have problems.
Take a typical wedding. You are going to try and blend two different families in one large room with alcohol and overpriced rubber chicken. An atmosphere RIPE with humor possibilities. You have children dressed like a miniature bride and groom and you want them to behave. A bunch of single desperate women shoving each other out of the way trying to catch some wilting flowers. There are the goofy relatives that you politely ignore on both sides wearing support hose and buying you a blender. FUNNY!
First sex, come on, is it ever THAT perfect? No, you bump noses, scrape teeth, knock knees and make funny faces at really climactic times. Again, funny.
Love and laughter can never be separated. Impossible. It is like trying to split Heaven and Earth. You can’t have one without the other. Romcom popularity may rise and fall but it never truly dies. Like diaper rash and poison ivy, it stays around, lingers and then explodes when you are least expecting it. When it happens, it takes your breath and makes your sides ache with joy. The best ones make you laugh until you cry and cry until you laugh.
Romcom is here to stay. As long as lovers love, comedy exists. And you’ll laugh at it. And love it.