I've got to stop watching this film!
This is a charming little film, with some good things going for it, but I've got to quit watching it, which I do every so often, because the ending is almost pure Hollywood. Real life seldom works this way. It's been said that it's about seeing inner beauty and, to be fair, that is the intended message. But the reality of life is summed up by a line Chris says to Charlie: "She wants somebody that looks like me and talks like you." If ever you get the opportunity, before a future life, to choose between looks or intelligence, if you can't have both, pick looks; your life will be decidedly more enjoyable in many regards. Humans are driven by biology and pleasant features find the way to most hearts faster than gray matter does, in most cases anyway. The Roxannes of the world (the Dixies too, for that matter) rarely fall for the Charlies because they seldom have to, there being a sufficiency of reasonably good looking intelligent men. Frogs rarely get the princess outside of fairy tales. Take it from this life-long resident of a lilypad. I'm 43, of average appearance and disabled. The type of woman I could be happy with (intelligent, well-spoken and with a moderately warped sense of humor <think The Far Side, with a touch of Gahan Wilson>) has far more appealing options than me easily attainable. My apologies for this post; I'm feelng a bit sorry for myself tonight, as I just watched this again. I doubt anyone will read this here anyway and it's a good way to bleed some of the frustration I feel off some place, any place. You want the truth of it, though, watch The Hunchback of Notre Dame, even if Hollywood always changes the book's ending. The one thing they don't alter is that Quasimodo bites the dust in the end. He doesn't ever get the girl. That's life, kids. No hearts and flowers. But, on the off chance anyone does see this, do me a favor: should you ever see anyone who is "different"-before you make a comment to them or about them, ask yourself how you'd feel if you were on the hearing end of your remarks. Words hurt more than blows do and their effects heal more slowly and last longer. That too is a message inherent in this film.
Robert Reynolds
Tucson AZ
All women are beautiful; some are just more beautiful than others.
A paraphrase of something Robert A. Heinlein wrote in Time Enough For Love contained within The Notebooks of Lazarus Long.