It may surprise you.
I don’t mind the cheesiness of Hallmark movies. I can handle the comfortable, predictable plots. As a writer, I understand genre conventions and their place in gaining viewers’ or readers’ trust. So I’m fine with that. As a viewer, I appreciate that these are nice, sweet movies to watch with wine and big bowl of popocorn and not have to pay attention every second for fear of missing a crucial plot point.
What bugs me more times than not are the male love interests. What a bunch of vanilla cookie cutters! Give me some defining characteristic to latch onto. Some supposed “flaw,” which is actually just cute and unique. Something in place of or in addition to squinty eyes and a perfectly chiseled jawline.
On the other hand, these plots and actors are designed to appeal to the widest possible audience, so maybe that’s the reason for the generic parade of men. They give viewers basically an attractive blank slate to overlay whatever ideals viewers have for the perfect man.Read More