Having just finished watching the epically awesome 1996 Romeo + Juliet, I have to say that I am realizing once again just how old and jaded I have become.
When I first read Romeo and Juliet I was 14 and had never been in love (shockingly enough for a high school freshman). And, like all teenage girls I thought it was just so horribly romantic! To die for your true love! Destiny! Fate! War! Love was like a drug that I looked forward to getting addicted to once I found my very own balcony climbing Romeo.
Now? Now I sit here thinking, "Well, Billy S., looks like you're saying that true love will only cause murder, grief, confusion and, ultimately, suicide for both me and my lover." Instead of swooning, I just feel sad. Romeo and Juliet had all of two nights and one wedding together! Their parents are now left completely childless! They only got to have sex ONCE. I mean, come on!
Of course, the real issue is probably that some may look at the ending and think, "they will have each other for eternity now" while my black atheistic little heart just shakes its head slowly. Besides, I am no expert on Christianity by any means, but...isn't suicide one of those unforgivable sins or whatever? I guess you could ask whether it is better to fry in Hell with the one you love or not have found love at all, but that would be edging over into the philosophical side of things and I barely managed a B+ in Intro to Philosophy so I better leave that to the experts.
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