Until last Thursday, I had never seen the movie “Love Story.” I didn’t love it, but I didn’t hate it either. The dialogue was contrived and old-fashioned, but the simplistic wholesome quality of it eventually won me over.
Ollie won me over. What woman doesn’t want a man like Ollie? To fight for her, defend her against doctors, corporations and rich fathers, to stay by her side through disinheritance, societal stereotypes, borderline poverty, illness?
Ollie never wavered. Jenny was a lucky girl.
My favorite part of the movie was something rarely mentioned in reviews of the movie. Reviewers focus on the love story itself, but I loved how when he was rich, Ollie’s path to law school was straightforward:
My Daddy will pay.
Once his father cuts him off for marrying beneath his station, Ollie had to find a new way to become a lawyer.
He did it by working. Odd jobs, cutting expenses, scholarships. Before we knew it, Ollie made Law Review, then partner.
Sometimes the obstacle is the way.
Anyway, good flick. Here’s a cute video since I’m feeling love-buggish. Not the best version, but the sexiest. I know Ella and Doris do it better, but this girl does black dress and red lipstick best. Sorry.
But love means never having to say you’re sorry.