If only real life were like the movies — we would always have free unlimited downtown parking right outside our apartments, our hair and makeup would be on a Beyoncé caliber at all times, sex with someone would always culminate in multiple orgasms and never-ending love, and we could fit literal hours worth of events and work into a mere thirty minutes. Life would be grand.
But alas, real life isn’t like the movies — otherwise, everybody would spend all of their time stalking lovers and wooing people that don’t know they exist. Or we’d all be speeding down freeways like we just got cast in the latest 2F2F film. Sorry, bro, but please don’t Tokyo Drift into my lane. #RIPPAULWALKER.
We go to the movies to escape reality and get taken to a magical world of fantasy and spectacle. I mean, have you ever seen anything as magical as a movie where a woman is stranded on a deserted island, yet doesn’t show a single leg stubble or wispy armpit hair throughout the entire thing?! Now THAT’S magical.