The other night I was searching through Netflix instant to find a movie to watch before bed. I didn’t see anything in my personal DVD collection so I often look on their website for something that will entertain me (or bore me enough to have me fall asleep). I settled for a movie I had never heard of, 2 Days in Paris.

Little did I know, it would become an instant favorite for me. I am not even sure why I loved it so much… perhaps that they weren’t the perfect couple and this was not a perfect vacation for them. It seemed like a real relationship with real insecurities. Movies tend to either ignore ordinary relationship problems or magnify them to a very dramatic point.

I think what sold this movie to me in the end was the closing monologue.

“It always fascinated me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all, nothing. It hurts so much. When I feel someone is going to leave me, I have a tendency to break up first before I get to hear the whole thing. Here it is. One more, one less. Another wasted love story. I really love this one. When I think that its over, that I’ll never see him again like this… well yes, I’ll bump into him, we’ll meet our new boyfriend and girlfriend, act as if we had never been together, then we’ll slowly think of each other less and less until we forget each other completely. Almost. Always the same for me. Break up, break down. Drunk up, fool around. Meet one guy, then another, fuck around. Forget the one and only. Then after a few months of total emptiness start again to look for true love, desperately look everywhere and after two years of loneliness meet a new love and swear it is the one, until that one is gone as well.”