My kind of compliment ...

John Smith: First time we met, what was your first thought?
 Jane Smith: You tell me.
John Smith: I thought… I thought you looked like Christmas morning. I don’t know how else to say it.
Jane Smith: Then why are you telling me this now?
John Smith: I guess in the end, you start thinking about the beginning.

– Mr. and Mrs Smith

I hate corny, mushy, typical, pink hearts and red kisses romance. In my understanding of it, the couples who resort to the stereotypical image of love are the ones who possess zero depth in their actual feelings towards one another. No two couples are alike, regardless of what society tries to engrave in us. I believe in raw, one of a kind, romance; the kind that allows you to fall in love according to the standards that the two unique people in the relationship bring to the table, not the kind that you find on a Hallmark card come February 14th. Hence why every time I watch this movie (on round 9) I feel like I had a bite of heaven. Sure, having Brad Pitt star along side one of the most beautiful woman to have walked this earth doesn't hurt, but more or less I'm drawn by some of the hidden treasures that the writers on this film have blessed us with. Who would think to mention "Christmas morning," honestly, no compliment can gain higher integrity than that. It surly provides a warm, fuzzy, wazzy feeling all over to know that a man you love, thinks of you as his cup of hot coco amongst the bright factory manufactured red and green lights! Oh, the romance!