No way. Aniston and Pitt were a true mismatch. That's why I was a Brangelina supporter. |
I don’t fit what mold? There are tons of people posting. Very few people are talking about themselves. So odd that you are so sure that there cannot even be *one* mismatched couple. |
+1. A Mr. and Mrs. Smith with Jennifer and Brad would have been a flat failure, while with Angelina and Brad the movie is fantastic even if it's on mute the entire time. |
+2. I was on an airplane ride without headphones once and I watched this movie because I knew it would still be worth it. |
I was team Jennifer! I think Angelina is bizarre looking. I know she’s gorgeous, but I don’t like her look if that makes sense. She looks like someone who kisses her brother and wears vials of blood around her neck. Jennifer looks fun and wholesome. |
Look, I’m 50 years old. I’ve lived in London, Rome, NYC and have traveled around the world. Never in my life have I been shocked by a man being so much better looking than his wife. I’ve seen many women who were better looking than their husbands, but I personally haven’t seen one many who was significantly hotter. Is there one couple somewhere out there where the guy is so much hotter, perhaps. It’s not the norm and I haven’t seen it. But I have seen a lot of thin men with fat women, especially on the islands. I have also seen a lot of people who have a striking combination of low self esteem and arrogance and who think that they managed to nab a hottie when in actuality their partner looks very similar to how they look. |
People are posting about examples that they know in real life. Your response is to assume that the man is not as good looking as the poster reports. I, too, am 50 and have lived in numerous places, but I don't need all that experience to see your insistence to believe these posters is all about you and what's in your head. |
Should be "insistence on disbelieving . ." |
But are you also caustic and humorless? Charm goes a long way but Emma had none |
And dumb.. |
People are forgetting that this was coupled with a really bad personality |
OMG it’s not just the looks! It’s the looks and personality combined. She was not a looker nor charming. That’s the real issue. The Financial Times wrote about it, even the actress commented on it not being believable and worrying about that. IRL she’s funny and upbeat and that adds to her attractiveness even though she says she can’t actually close her eyelids over her eyes so yes is a bit wonky and sleeps with her eyes open and the whites of the eyes visible FT: Sorry, love, One Day your prince will probably not come https://www.ft.com/content/72ba2bdd-4e92-4d42-8ddc-82cbd358a52b |
Maybe I'm biased as someone who loved the book, but I thought the casting was pitch perfect and loved both actors. Sure, Emma in the book was not biracial but I liked that update. I thought the show captured that Dexter knew he could get prettier women, thought he should have a more conventionally pretty mate, and burned a lot of time attached to that thinking. But ultimately he was attracted to her and found her beautiful, and that's the way chemistry and attraction works sometimes. |
No, he was doing a penance. |
POC, left leaning paper:
“Which brings me to a confession. My initial reaction to seeing Mod play Emma was complicated. I was thrilled: I’ve never seen someone who looks like me, living the life I lived around the time I lived it, on screen before. But this is also why it didn’t ring true. Because race (and class, for that matter) didn’t work like that back then. By which I mean – I’ll just say it – white boys like Dex didn’t fancy brown girls like Em. I know because I was one, although I went to Glasgow. In the first few episodes, the unmentionability of Emma’s race got to me. The truth is, Dex (and his parents) would have made unintentionally racist blunders. And Em would have forgiven him. But then I kept watching. I started to fall for them, hard. And I began to appreciate the lovely Shakespearean bones of this story, which is about two wildly different people connecting through humour, shared cultural references and, above all, time. And, God, it passes so fast. Suddenly it is 15 July 1991, Dex and Em are skinny-dipping in Greece and I am all in. By the time it is 2007 and Dex is back in Edinburgh, where I ended up and from where I am writing these words, I am crying my eyes out and longing to do it all over again.” The Guardian White person, centrist paper: “I hate to be the one to disappoint, especially in Valentine’s week and in the fugue of romance that tends to befall us at the time of year. But we must disabuse ourselves of the cultural preoccupation that hot, dumb posh boys with crowds of buddies fall for smart, caustic, socially awkward girls. Most critics have adored the show’s slow-burning romantic arc: boy with zero plans or ambitions has one-night encounter with star academic on their last day at Edinburgh university; boy stumbles through life buffered by his good looks and private wealth, while girl stumbles through bad relationships and career disappointment buffered by the idealistic notion that she will one day do the world some good. Boy hits rock bottom. Girl starts to achieve goals. Boy is saved by girl who has forever cherished a largely unrequited, almost creepy, crush. One Day is all part of the much fancied cultural weakness for the notion that true love must follow a painful path. Lysander first spat out the argument in A Midsummer Night’s Dream — largely to justify his decision to ditch his current girlfriend and go chase someone else instead. It’s become a collective passion that true love can cut through class, attitude and looks. Everyone, from Jane Austen to Sally Rooney, has made a fortune on the premise that, if you are pure and patient, you will transcend socio-economic barriers (and physical disadvantage) and your prince will come to you. Spoiler alert. Even when these people find love, fate tends to dash it on the head. As Love Story taught us, the outcome of these mawkish romantic dramas tends to be a denouement in which one of the couple must be martyred so that the other can appreciate the ecstasy of how it was to feel the “perfect love”. Invariably this must be the woman, because she is, after all, the more fragile sex. The hot boy is left to struggle forward, lonely, sad and irresistible with his still floppy hair and sparkly eyes. And people love a posh boy, especially this year. It’s an odd kink that in this moment of social awareness, the super-wealthy are being so deified on screen.” FT |