While I was folding laundry this morning, I reluctantly tuned my television to My Best Friend’s Wedding, a movie I haven’t watched in over ten years. I have never been a fan of this movie. While I love Julia Roberts, in this movie she is in love with her best friend, and fails miserably in her attempt to woo him away from his current fiancée only days before their wedding.
Ugh what and ending!
I am a serious girlie girl and have an addiction for such movies, as well as multiple forms of chick lit. My Best Friend’s Wedding has never been a favorite of mine. My reason for watching movies and reading books is to be entertained in a happy way! I don’t like it when there is no “happily ever after,” when the boy doesn’t get the girl. This movie always pissed me off with the final line of, “By God there will be dancing!”
That’s it? Really? How is dancing supposed to be okay when Julia Roberts didn’t get her man? If she can’t do it, then what sort of hope does the rest of the world have?
My attitude is one shared by many others and it definitely is a narrow-minded view. When I talk or teach literature, I always tell my students you cannot simply say a book is good or bad- you must ask yourself what it made you feel. This is the only question that is important when judging if a book is worth your time. So, after all my laundry was folded, and Julia Roberts donned that horrid purple dress, I asked myself THAT question- the same question I ask when I read a book.
What did it make me feel?
Well, this time I have an answer. It made me feel blessed.
Love. It’s always love, right? But this time, it’s not the romantic kind, it’s the unselfish kind. The kind of love you give someone unconditionally- especially when their happiness is of utmost importance. I’m thinking this AGAPE love is the kind that will never go away. It’s transcendent and everlasting. It’s the kind of feeling that will be there no matter what. It’s something I have recently experienced giving and receiving. This time watching My Best Friend’s Wedding, silly chick flick that it is, struck a new cord within me. I found myself crying when Julia Robert’s said, “Pick me, choose me, love me,” and Dermot Mulroney walks away. She chose to stand by him, love him, be his friend anyway, knowing all the while she would lose him.
I can openly say the ending of this movie will never completely satisfy me. But it was a good reminder at a good time that even though it is not a good outcome of something, it doesn’t mean it is always bad…. and I need to expand my vocabulary beyond good and bad!
Also my favorite quote of the movie, “It’s amazing the clarity that comes from psychotic jealousy.”