The ubiquitous primal male urge, especially one whose wife is out for the summer, becomes the driving attraction in The Seven Year Itch. Oh yeah, and Marilyn Monroe too. Richard Sherman, played by Tom Ewell, is under the impression that an infidelity would occur on the premise that since his marriage has reached its seven years, his “itch” for other women, especially the Girl upstairs, is finally tested. Will he scratch it? In the film, no such thing occurs. While his fantasies get a bit rowdy, Sherman ends each sentiment lonely and empty-handed. Good for his wife?
Do I buy that romance may slip away momentarily in couples, sure I do. Do I think the seven year itch actually happens? Probably not. I’ve heard about the two-year hump, but a seven year itch seems like a stretch. No man’s an island, and I don’t think any amount of time would determine if a person is necessarily waned into committing adultery. After all, Sherman’s wife is in Maine. That already screams trouble for their marriage. Luckily, Sherman is completely paranoid, which counters his wild imagination, and becomes deathly afraid of his wife discovering his less than satisfactory thoughts about the Girl upstairs. Yeah, I’m sure his paranoia just saved him a marriage.
To be honest, Monroe’s overall performance is a bit lacking. While we can’t deny her presence in the film, her vent scene was the only thing worth getting excited for. Definitely wasn’t a groundbreaking performance by any means. But that’s okay, it’s Marilyn.
The Girl: You’re married. I KNEW it! You LOOK married.
Maybe it’s because I’ll always love Anne Hathaway, but I actually decided to watch this ridiculous romantic comedy. In some weird way, it clearly depicted how deranged we are as society to embark on crazy antics in hopes of a “perfect” day.
Wedding days should be a culmination of both work and love. Because it does indeed take time and effort. But it should take on the extreme measures as these ladies have chosen to make it the best. The wedding is the party, but the planning and effort should be focused on the relationship primarily.
Weddings are no doubt beautiful. I’ve spent many hours imagining how my wedding would be. Sadly, I can provide swatches immediately if needed. But then I start to think it all really depends on the type of love and relationship I foster with my significant partner that would really describe and make the wedding even more special. My parents didn’t have a grand wedding, a nice ceremony with friends and family. I was the flower girl, a weird feeling in retrospect. Weddings should never be a competition, but rather a celebration of all things merry.
I will admit though, I’ll probably be a bridezilla with my wedding planning. I feel sorry for the MOH and bridesmaids. Ya’ll better rest up now in the time being.
Everyone just wants to be loved no matter how much they deny it.
Engaging in all senses, from touch to sight, if you were on a diet while watching this movie, you’re screwed. As always, I was screwed from the get go. Depp wonderfully plays a gypsy man with such ease, any woman could be swept. Let’s not forget chocolate is also an aprodisaic, so the romanticism is definitely up played.
I just want chocolate now. Damn.
Liza Minnelli is absolutely wonderful in this film. Boys suck. Rich boys with egos suck. What’s worse is if you actually like one. I wouldn’t know but I’m assuming there goes a decent amount of pressure.
You actually feel bad for Arthur. It’s the making of a good woman with good ambitions that make him realize he doesn’t want to marry the other woman. He actually grows up in the face of adulthood. Sacrifice should never be forced but welcomed with the promise that a better life awaits. In matters of life and love, the choices we make determine what kind of person we want to be. Obviously, these bits of truth are anything but new. In love, those choices are often veiled under confusion and miscommunication, so it’s only promising that we often make bad choices in love. Being blinded in love almost always happens to everyone. No one is ever smartly in love. Am I right?
Anyways, the remake of Arthur with Russell Brand seems incomparable. Completely doesn’t do it justice.
Kissing Jessica Stein is an interesting approach to the being literally lost in love. Losing out in love? Try falling for a lesbian? Doesn’t work out? Try, try, try again.
Believing in love is never a bad quality. In fact, it should be encouraging. No matter the gender, love is a terrifying thing. I’m hopeless, clearly.
Typical Tyler Perry movie but still enjoyed it none the less.
All forms of love seem to change people. It’s a powerful emotion and placed in the wrong hands could lead to trouble. Just make sure it isn’t Madea.
I don’t care how stupid Adam Sandler is most of the time, he’s the ultimate schmuck worth falling for.
The most note worthy piece of advice I’ve ever heard about love is to find someone who loves you more than you love them. What’s strange is that it seems like an open invitation to someone’s feeling being hurt, but in reality, it doesn’t. It’s a weird paradox, finding someone that loves you more so you don’t get hurt. But thinking about it conversely, would the other person feel like you love them more than they love you? Tricky.
I love hard. I love fully. I am not one to hold back especially when I’m sure. A lot of it’s naivety, but a lot of it is because I believe in loving unconditionally. I don’t want to know that he loves me more than I love him. Why must the glass always be half filled when we can share the damn pitcher?
It always gets me when Robbie sings to Julia.
Is it bad that I actually liked this movie? You can’t hate on Selena?!!!!!
Ok fine, you can judge me.