"I don't think romance ever dies... which might be the cheesiest thing I've ever said." Agent Ted* I've been thinking a little bit about romance in fiction, inspired not only by Agent Ted's trenchant comment, but also by Maggie Stiefvater's post on the topic over at her blog. Stiefvater brings up the movie Jerry McGuire , specifically the dramatic scene where Tom Cruise tells Renee Zellwiger "you complete me" and says that this is an example of romantic chemistry that simply does not work for her. To which I say: sing it, sister. That scene, to me, was the most objectionable part of an otherwise inconsequential movie, because it's the point where, because of some sappy speech, the woman goes back with a man who has been pretty much nothing but a jerk to her. This is the happy ending? Really?** Basically, the problem is that, without a real attachment between the characters, there is no way for them to overcome the fact that Tom Cruise wa
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