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King Richard the Mmmmth

Amy Fagan

After seeing The Notebook, I swore that I would never watch another Nicholas Sparks movie ever again. So distraught was I at the end of that film, that my husband was this close to slipping me a valium and putting me to bed. Instead, he gave me a cold washcloth and a glass of wine. . .and then put me to bed.

However, the celestial bodies of Hollywood aligned themseves to bring about an equinox I could not resist: Richard Gere and Diane Lane. Together.

I love Diane Lane because she’s just so real; especially when showing pain. I’ve often seen her in movies in moments of pain and think to myself “That’s it. She knows what it’s like. She’s not acting. She just *is*.” (And I’ve been frequently told that I resemble her. And while that’s not a bad thing, I really think the resemblence ends at the brown eyes. . .with bag underneath them. I think she and I have both done a lot of crying and thus, our eyes are the same. Ha ha ha.)

And I love Richard Gere because. . .because. . .because who doesn’t?

Oh Richard. How I love thee. Let me count the ways. . .

I truly believe that Richard Gere has mastered the art of looking at a woman and showing her, on his face, everything that is (supposed to be) running through his mind. There is always a collective sharp inhalation of breath by women in the audience when Gere starts that look.

He’ll look at the object of his affection, and sometimes, conflict will cross his face; as if he isn’t sure of himself or whether the woman will be open to his affection. Then, the longing in his eyes. . .it’s almost like he wants you so badly that he’s in deep emotional pain. Then, the “I love you” look comes. . .and then “the hell with it” look as we all go “ahhhh” as he goes in for the kiss.

It sends your heart soaring and at the same time, it’s heartbreaking. And we, as an audience packing the house at Palmetto Grande yesterday afternoon, collectively squealed with delight when he finally planted one on Diane.

There isn’t a woman on this planet who doesn’t want someone to look at her like that; to sincerely realize all that she is and wants from her and to show that in his face. What woman’s heart doesn’t pound at the thought of someone being able to see into her. . .and still want her so badly all the same?

Anyone who says that they don’t get a little high from that thought is either not telling the truth or wanting to be just too cool for school and is denying it all just to be so jadedly different.

Well, please, put down your armor. Get over the fact that certain critics are calling this movie hokey, cheesey, whatever. . .just go see it. It will break your heart. And it will make it pound. We have enough hardened hearts out here in the “real world.” If you can just allow yourself to soften up and go watch a sweet film about love. . .do it.

Even if you’re not a Sparks fan, go see it for Richard. (sigh)

And no. . .there wasn’t a dry eye in the house.

And yes. . .my mother was this close to having to call my husband, give me a valium and put me to bed.

xoxo