Monday, February 25, 2013

Warm Bodies





OK, fine.

Unencumbered by any actual responsibility, teenage love has to find some way to prove itself. The go-to way to accomplish this is by building some unscalable wall between the lovers, and then (spoiler alert) demolishing it against all odds. The hormones flooding every teenager’s body create all manner of notions regarding destiny, eternity, the cosmos and other such concepts no human (let alone a sixteen year old) can reasonably fathom, and nothing solidifies your place in the universe like the conviction that two stars in the firmament went out of their way to cross just for you and the guy that sits in front of you in biology class. Romeo and Juliet (a cautionary tale that would be a great way to raise awareness about the dangers of pride and hormones were it not so frequently mistaken for the greatest love story of all time) being not the first but certainly the English speaking world’s most famous example of this phenomenon. Ten years ago, it was sufficient that the lovebirds belong to separate schoolyard tribes. He’s a jock, she’s a weirdo. He’s rich, her dad is an unshaven bathrobe-wearer, etc. Apparently that doesn’t do it for the current post-pubescent crop. Apparently that’s too easy. Even having your parents be sworn enemies is TOO convenient. Now, one of them has to be a monster.
 I don’t know how I feel about living in a world where the “Twilight effect” is a thing but it obviously is so here we are. I didn’t think it would happen with zombies, because while vampires have always been suave and romantic, zombies have always been disgusting and uncoordinated. Evidently the makers of “Warm Bodies” (or the writer of whatever young adult novel it was probably based on) have found some way to (kind of?) get around that. I'd congratulate them but I'm too busy weeping for the future. 

No comments:

Post a Comment