Maybe we ought to just forget it--bury romantic comedy in the graveyard of genres dearly departed and move on. It was unquestionably the loveliest invention of the movies' golden age. But ours is not the golden age of anything--certainly not of romance or of high wit, surely not of that tolerant class consciousness that animated so many of those 1930s comedies. You know the old drill: rich boy meets poor girl (or vice versa), the disparities in their backgrounds--the very thing that first attracted them--sunders their romance until, defying convention, they get together at last. But in modern America, where the...
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