I’m a girlie man, right? I must be. I’m not watching Dirty Jobs or UFC guys slugging it out or anything that’s testosterone related. Michael Douglas and Annette Benning are on HBO. It’s “The American President” for about the thirtieth time and I am glued to the tube.
This is a character flaw, right? Because if this isn’t a chick flick there are none. And yet all the chicks are asleep, even Roxie.
Why is this movie so appealing to me? I can’t put my finger on it. It is sappy and melodramatic. I admit this willingly. It’s romantic. I know that too.
It is Aaron Sorkin. It is Aaron Sorkin’s cast of characters–his usual suspects. It is elegantly crafted like a well tailored suit. Aaron Sorkin is an artist with a typewriter¹
Good God it’s liberal in its message. Liberal speaks to me. I fessed up to that in my last post. I might as well embrace it.
Whatever it is about this movie I watch it again-and-again. I cry when it’s poignant. Sad but true.
¹ – In 1995 he probably did use a typewriter.