Romantic Movies and Prince Charming

Confession : I love romantic comedies. And romantic movies. And I always end up close to tears. *Walks away in shame*

Now that you know my dirty secret, here's my issue about such movies. (From now on they'll be known as RC for Romantic Comedies and RM for Romantic Movies.)

 May include a bucket load of spoilers. You have been warned!

Friends with Benefits is amazing. It's lame, funny, cute and just, amazing. What happens is that there's a girl and a guy and they decide to be FWB because its fun, like playing tennis but there's no emotional attachment that a relationship forces on people. So they keep doing the deed but end up falling for each other. With a really cute ending, the two go on an actual date and admit they love each other.

Easy A is another cute RC. The girl pretends to have spent the weekend with a guy just to avoid her best friend's invitation to spend time with said friend's nudist parents. Soon the girl finds her self pretending to have slept with a friend just so he could dispell the rumors that he's gay (which are actually true). Soon enough everyone's calling her a slut, and she takes up that image but cracks, realizes no one actually wants to be with her. In the end, the boy who was always there, declares his love for her.

Pride and Prejudice. Girl likes guy. Guy loves girl. But guy is an idiot, so the girl ignores him. Slowly the girl sees this super nice side to the guy and realizes that she really does love him. They have a moment in the rain, they kiss, he asks for her hand in marriage, the girl's father approves and they run through a field of some sort.

So what these movies tell you is this. Things may not work out at first, but the end will be this big bang lovey dovey moment! But here's my question, what happens after that?

Jamie: why don't they ever a make a movie about what happens after they kiss?
Dylan: They do it's called porn
 (Friends with Benefits)

But I'm not talking about what happens rights after they kiss. What happens when the love dies down? When one person cheats on the other or they just don't get along and keep arguing and fighting? Or if one has a secret or some sort, and the other finds out?
Why don't movies show us what happens after that kiss? Or wedding? What about the rest of the Happily Ever After?

You know how, sometimes, you look at a person and there's this deep sadness in their eyes? That sadness is caused by heartbreak. By all the things movies don't tell us about. So we keep getting hurt, and keep waiting for our Prince Charming, only to face disappointment after disappointment.

There is a scene in Friends with Benefits, towards the end (I swear, I've watched this movie just too many times but I still don't know the names of the characters) where the girl talks with her mother, on this rock. And the mother tell the girl that a Prince Charming doesn't ride on this white horse. She tells her daughter to change her fairytale, or the image she has of her Prince Charming.

But movies make this so hard to do. We are shown this perfect man, with good looks, sense of style, knows his manners and is an amazing lover. He always says the right thing and gets you awesome gifts. So we wait for this perfect man and while waiting we tend to reject all these other guys, who don't fit the image of a perfect guy. And by doing so we let our Prince Charming go, just because he's not the Prince Charming of the fairy-tales. We don't realize that he's the Prince Charming of our fairytale.

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