In addition to an unhealthy love of watching other people's lives
through documentaries, I enjoy very bad musicals. Mind you, by very bad
I don't mean Hairspray or Crybaby, musicals that were intially meant to
be so bad they're good (PS I realize Hairspray just got turned into a
musical and the movie isn't a musical). No, I mean honest to god 1950's
era musicals with the overriding theme of the he-men doing
what's best for the women who don't know any better.
In fact, I bought myself one of my favorites for Christmas: Seven Brides for Seven Brothers.
Now, please let me set the premisis. The oldest brother goes to town
and marries a woman he meets who fell in love with him at first sight.
He neglects to tell this woman that in addition, to taking care of him,
she'll also be cooking, cleaning, and washing for his six brothers, who
all live in the same house as him. She, of course, obliges. Well, once one gets a lady, the rest
of the brothers decide they need wives too. Instead of courting them,
they kidnap them away from their families in the dead of night and
trap them on their farm by an avalanche. Oh so romantic! But of course,
spring comes and all the girls fall in love with the guys so when the
brothers decide to bring the women back to town, the girls want to stay
with their loves. To prevent all their father's from killing the seven
brothers, they all claim to have birthed the married woman's child to
force their fathers to agree to the marriage. And there's your happy
ending.
I realize that this movie should offend my very soul but I don't care.
In addition, I have a crush on one of the brothers (in orange above)
despite the fact that I'm sure he's probably very dead by now...Don't
judge, it's Christmas time.