Estrogen and Bad Cinema.

I would like to address a bit of a phenomenon that I have come to notice quite lucidly in recent days: the correlation between the female sex and their love of horrible cinema. Now, I am not saying that I don't love some horrible movies (3 Ninjas, 3 Ninjas Strike Back, any movie from the early to mid '90s, etc.), nor am I saying that all women just like horrible movies. However, I have come to see that there is one movie that I have yet to hear a girl say was horrible, but yet it was: The Notebook. Now, perhaps, you, o carrier of ovaries, are now shocked and appalled that out of all the chick flicks in the world, the one that I picked on was The Notebook. It seems that in Femaledom, this film acts as the standard canon by which all love and romance should be based on, and when a male has the testicular fortitude to say something like "This movie is horrible", he should fear for his life. I do not fear for mine.
Allow me to present to you the circumstances under which I finally viewed The Notebook for the first time: I was watching Lars and the Real Girl with a group of friends, primarily of the female variety. Now, this movie is actually an example of good cinema: quirky plot, excellent cinematography, great acting, character development was evident throughout, moving soundtrack. However, my female friends hated the fact that Ryan Gossling, who plays Lars in Lars and the Real Girl and Noah in The Notebook, was sporting what I considered to be, a very fashionable mustache. They believed it was hiding his beautiful face, so, in order to remedy Mr. Gossling in their minds, two of my female friends left to go rent The Notebook.
An hour or so later, after they had traveled to TWO different locations to locate this horrible piece of cinematic waste, my friends arrived and we began to watch. I had never seen this movie, but had heard so many good things (95% from females, 5% from confused males), that I was excited to finally see it. Two hours later, my excitement had turned to disappointment, and subsequently turned into sadness. The sadness came from this reality: every woman I have ever known loves this movie. As I continue to discuss my dislike of this film, women get upset with me. One even called me a "heartless jerk" that hated romance. I then proceeded to tell her of how my grandmother, a real person, had Alzheimer's, how painful it was, and how she couldn't recognize me much as her death approached. That shut that woman up.
You must see, I am forced to make this conclusion: if you have primarily estrogen pumping through your body, you cannot see bad cinema for what it is. You are blinded the unhealthy amount of sappiness that protrudes from this film. I could wipe the screen with pancakes afterwards there was so much sap in that film. As any young, red-blooded male, I love the girliness of girls. I love their petiteness, how they cry easier than men, how you sigh when guys propose to their girls on television and in movies, all that stuff. I love it, I do! But when it blinds you from seeing something so obvious, that a film like The Notebook is actually horrible, I worry. As a man, I love action films. But I know when an action film is bad and when it is good. I would expect the same from women.
I suppose this film is indicative of why Hollywood can rehash the exact same movie about fifteen times a year, every year, with new actors, and they get eaten up by the masses of women who can't see through the sappiness that has placed itself over their eyes. But maybe, just maybe, this shouldn't worry me. Maybe I should add it to my list of things about the girliness of girls that I love. At the same time, maybe I should be worried because these films are building expectations that no real love story can produce. I lack in the looks department, and the guys in these films are all pretty good looking, for example. How can I work with that?
In conclusion, I hope that any woman who reads this knows that I am not trying to degrade women in any way. I'm just placing my observations for the world to see. I also hope that you ladies learn to see through the lovey dovey aspects of cinema for what the film truly is. In the case of The Notebook: horrible.