(This is the best piece of V-Day WTH? clipart I could find to go with this post. Enjoy.)
I promised the other day I’d provide a write-up on my favorite romantic movie. So here it is…I’m not going to reveal it immediately, because some narrow-minded folks may have this fine piece of cinema in the wrong genre and wouldn’t give it a chance as a love story unless it’s presented a certain way (with the distracting elements stripped out). But from the time I first saw it, at age 11 or so, the love story was undeniable.
The basic plot involves a carefree and naïve young woman who is unaware she is in imminent danger. She is saved from almost certain death by a handsome, rugged stranger who says he has come to rescue her from this almost certain death. She doesn’t believe him, even after he explains the gravity of her situation, and she gives him up to the police. Shortly thereafter she realizes her mistake and has to be rescued by the stranger again (to avoid almost certain death).
They flee to the countryside, where he tells her stories of his life- his struggles to survive in a harsh world, how he came from afar to find her, and how he can never go home again- that he sacrificed his life to be with her. Later on, she asks if there was ever another woman in his life, and he replies no. Then he admits that she is the only woman he has ever loved and that he volunteered to protect her, even facing almost certain death, for the chance to be near her, if only for a short time.
She is overwhelmed by his naked honesty, and 80’s-style big-haired roadside motel Lovemaking ensues.
A short time later certain death returns and he dies protecting the woman he loves. She is forced to go on without him, with only the memory of those two 48 hours to keep her warm for the rest of her days.
But their love endures: she bears his child, a child born with the promise of being a great leader, a man who will one day lead the people of the world to freedom.
All because of the greatest love story ever filmed.