Shakespeare in Love makes me want to buy a green leather jacket
I mean, right?
I guess there was also that thing where it kinda completely won me over in spite of its… you know… mushiness and made me think that tragic, passionate, storybook love was not only better than the real thing, but attainable, somehow, even when it ends badly. Jesus. I blame Tom Stoppard for writing this movie too well, but boy does it play a number on my heartstrings when I watch it. (Which, by design, has not happened in the last 5 years).
Actually, just scratch that. It’s all about the jacket.