Unrealism: The Genre

Why are movie men so unrealistic? It doesn't seem to matter what kind of movie you're watching, or who's in it, the men will always be pure fiction. They don't even resemble real life. They are always perfect; they sweep this young lovely off her feet and they think he's just a regular fun schmuck she fell in love with, but oh guess what...he's a billionaire pretending to be common. How sweet. How quaint. How ridiculous.
It never turns out that Mr. Perfect has a coke habit or a gambling problem or an extra toe. The surprise is always sweet. Maybe this is why there are so many dysfunctional relationships. People don't want to believe that the person they fell in love with isn't like the movie; that they're actually exactly who they say they are instead of someone better. You start to expect it, and it never comes. Or he's perfect, but he just won't love you like he would if he were the movie. In real life, Mr. Perfect is going to leave you for a fun blonde that really gets his blood moving.
In real life, you will sob when he leaves you. In real life, things actually do suck as much as you think they do. And that guy you can't stand is not going to turn around and end up being the guy you can't stand being without. He'll always be annoying. Face it. For once, I'd like to see a movie that actually spells things out like they really are. Things aren't going to work out for you, no matter how many heartfelt speeches you make to win him back. He's not a diamond in the rough, he's just coal.
Leave the swelling music at home, forget the romance of kissing in the rain, and leave your comfy shoes on, because he's not going to kiss all your problems away, take you back because you rain through a storm, or carry you home because you twisted your ankle, stupid girl. You are on your own. Get used to it.