The girl burst out laughing; she knew she was nobody's meat

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I was going to write several things about Moonstruck (1987), which Viking Zen screened for me earlier this evening, and then while showering I realized that the film is an utterly valid retelling of Little Red Riding Hood—à la Angela Carter, not Charles Perrault. I seen a wolf in every person I ever met and I see a wolf in you. You tell me a story and you think you know what it means, but I see the true story and you can't. You run to the wolf in me, that don't make you no lamb. And her wine-red dress, and the full moon. I love stories where the folktales are there like bones. More ensemble romantic comedies should have barely metaphorical lycanthropy.

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It would have to be intelligently done,

True.

and it's difficult enough to find romantic comedies I'll watch without adding the complications of the fantastic.

I suppose that myself I tend to find romantic comedy unpalatable without the fantastic element.

I don't mean that I wouldn't love to see someone succeed, but I already avoid all the books whose authors have failed, and they are legion.

True. Well, there are many authors whose books have failed on all sorts of things.