Love Diary about America’s Sweethearts With Notting Hill Girls.

Given that I am paying out the nose for a piece of art I could not live without, a really great surrealist abstractionist ode to Holocaust Memory complete with a very haunting inscription, I haven’t been indulging in two of my favorite pasttimes: drinking Irish whiskey at the pub and buying DVD’s. So tonight, I went to Blockbuster and did something I very rarely do anymore. I bought some movies.

I was rather surprised by my selections, really. After all, I am an unabashed, unapologetic, male chauvinist pig-dog of a man. First off the pre-viewed rack was Pieces of April, a movie staring little Katie Holmes (wolf, baby, yeah!) of Dawson’s Creek fame. It’s about her family coming to Thanksgiving Dinner and how the entire event falls apart. Second grab, Big Fish, a romantic comedy staring Ewan McGregor. First two in the bag, off the special, impulse-buyer’s table, I make a bee-line to the two-isle paradise of films that others have watched and returned many times. Right there, on the first endcap, Something’s Gotta Give with Jack Nicholson and Diane Keaton. Into my hands it goes. Final decision is a toughy. I’m torn between three films: Calendar Girls, about a bunch of British women who take their knickers off to raise money for a dying friend; In America, which has the really cool chick from Minority Report; or Camp, about a drama camp. And, as I decide on Calendar Girls, I realize that I’ve bypassed the typical Sopranos-meets-Billy-Madison fare of movies today. And with this realization comes a horrible discovery: I am a fan of chick flicks.

I guess I’ve always known that, really. But I’ve never quite grasped the extent of my condition. As if having seen Love, Actually about thirty seven times, and Moulin Rouge one-hundred and thirty-nine wasn’t enough of a clue, I scanned the shelves of DVDs at my house. We have America’s Sweethearts, The American President, Bend It Like Beckham, Captain Corelli’s Mandolin, Down with Love, Dangerous Beauty, and the Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood. I could keep going but I won’t. Suffice it to say that I have a ton of tear-jerker’s as well.

I don’t apologize for my taste in music, movies, or art. I just enjoy what I enjoy.

….And yes, I’m sure I’m not gay!