The romantic comedy is dead. We all agree on that, right? Twenty-five years after Harry met Sally, the genre they established—in its contemporary Hollywood form—is moribund. Every few months, someone eagerly analyzes the evolution and apparent decline of the genre. As evidence, he or she points to waning box office returns for the kind of film that used to draw people in droves—as Runaway Bride ($152 million), 50 First Dates ($120 million), and Sweet Home Alabama ($127 million), to take just a few unremarkable examples from roughly 10 to 15 years ago, each did. The reason today’s crop of similarly tailored rom-coms don’t earn like they used to, they say, is that the big stars of the era (Julia Roberts, Drew Barrymore, Reese Witherspoon) have aged out of the single-woman-looking-for-love category, and the movies have gotten plain awful.
But the cold, hard truth is that the straight-up rom-coms of the last quarter-century have almost all been bad. The genre as we have come to know it is simply not built to produce anything close to a masterpiece. In fact, it’s meant to churn out knockoffs of When Harry Met Sally. And maybe now that the by-the-book template for the rom-com is commercially kaput, the idea of the romantic comedy can once again be reborn—in a form a little different than what we have lately envisioned it to be.
Look no further than The One I Love, out Friday in theaters but viewable on demand for the past few weeks. Starring Elisabeth Moss and Mark Duplass as a married couple hoping to reconnect over a long weekend getaway, Charlie McDowell’s bizarre film is unlike the rom-coms that typically litter America’s multiplexes in the traditional cinematic wastelands of February and August. As the New York Times noted, it’s one of a smattering of indies that are creating “a new breed of romantic comedy.” To resurrect the “troubled” genre, Brooks Barnes wrote in that paper, “a smattering of aspiring young directors and writers are taking the form and tinkering, twisting and turning it inside out to instill freshness.”
The mold they’re tinkering with was well-described in a recent Grantland piece about the history and future of the rom-com by Juliet Litman. Litman outlined the “essential motifs” that, in her view, a “true” rom-com must have: the Flawed Protagonist Seeking Salvation (à la Drew Barrymore in Never Been Kissed), the Meet-Cute (frequently occurring in a workplace), the False Start, the Grand Epiphany and the Grand Declaration (all that running to the New Year’s party or the airport so that some man—usually—can, Jerry Maguire–like, tell a woman how much he loves her), the Supporting Cast of Friends, and the City as a Character.
When you pack all of these tired tropes into a single movie, that movie is almost always bad. When Harry Met Sally remains much better than its imitators—even if it lacks the bite of the movie it less slavishly imitated, Annie Hall—and it contains all of these tropes. But it’s left some truly awful and formulaic films in its wake: From the Nora Ephron–directed You’ve Got Mail to Runaway Bride to Friends With Benefits to pretty much anything starring Katherine Heigl or Kate Hudson or even Jennifer Aniston. What worked for Harry and Sally has been bastardized time and again by filmmakers following the template too closely while forgetting to imbue their characters and their stories with any original fire or unexpected chemistry.
And I get it: Hollywood is the land of formula. The structure of the rom-com worked once, and then a few more times, and nervous development executives probably figured that aping it again and again was a safe way to go in a confusing marketplace. But by avoiding rom-com clichés, The One I Love delivers the sharp laughs and emotional oomph that rom-coms were always supposed to—that Harry and Sally did—without adhering to a formula at all. Instead, the film goes deep in its deconstruction of the genre with a premise that leans on tropes from other kinds of films—in addition to the kind that it interestingly and unconventionally is.
To explain how it does so, I need to spoil a few things. If you read on without seeing the movie first, consider yourself warned.
The film opens not with a meet-cute, but with a couple at the end of its tether. Ethan and Sophie are talking with their therapist (Ted Danson) about their relationship. The spark they once shared is gone. “I used to call her a bitch and she thought it was funny,” Ethan tells the therapist, matter-of-factly. Sophie says she used to call Ethan an asshole and that was amusing once, too. Neither of them is happy.