In which I trash a beloved scene in a beloved film.
From day 1 of “Triple R”, as my spouse calls this blog, I have wanted to do a regular feature on moral reasoning in romance. Why? Because it’s how I read romance: for the moral muddles (okay, and for the man titty).
You might be wondering if we really need another column on moral dilemmas in Romancelandia. Silly! Of course we do! Smart Bitches Trashy Books recently introduced a regular feature in which they offer advice, romance style, to readers, based on what they’ve learned from romance novels. And Karen Scott introduced Moral Dilemma Fridays, which has nothing to do with romance, but invites readers to ponder things like whether they should return a stolen wallet.
Mine is a bit different, since I’m talking about moral issues in fiction, not real life. Typically, I’ll write about books, but with the holidays just behind us, the film Love Actually got a lot of play, and I was reminded of my unpopular opinion about this popular film. (Future installments will be more open ended and less ranty, I promise!)
