“I don't want to be worshiped. I want to be loved.”
There is something to be said about madcap and romantic love. It can lead to premature commitments, confusion and some very "huh?" moments at the end. But it can also lead to something long lasting that we as the audience may never get. Such is the conclusion to The Philadelphia Story. Kate is great and she gets the men. All the men. Fuzzy, out-dated philosophy aside (daughters are responsible for why fathers stray from their wives and homes???), the relationships established in the movie give the possibility of something concrete and yet, the ending. That ending. Very problematic. Like a director saying "let's end this with a moment!" And it's a funny staple of the rom-com genre that Kate was queen of.
I don't know. I'm rambling. Maybe it's because up until now, I still want to give Liz a hug.
It's going to be okay,
Miss Imbrie.