Rom-coms are supposed to be comfort food – easy chemistry, big gestures, happy endings. Rewatch enough favorites, though, and the sweetness can curdle: jokes hit differently, “romance” starts to look like pressure, and certain story beats feel oddly mean in hindsight.
It’s not about canceling an entire genre; it’s about noticing what time has made obvious. Some tropes now stand out like neon – casual sexism, persistence treated as destiny, punchlines built on queer stereotypes, and power dynamics the script waves away with a wink.