Last night I watched the old version of Clash of the Titans. When I was a teenager, it was one of my favorite movies. Last night, I just wanted to laugh my ass off. The princess was a wilting lily. I was waiting for her to get a case of the vapors. At least until she had to be chained to a rock at the end. Then she just marched to her death with all the emotion of a dead fish. Come to think of it, her mother was pretty emotionless at the time too. With all that can be done with special effects and story lines these days, I guess I've developed a taste for a bolder type of heroine.
The whole thing got me thinking about how romance has changed over the years. There was a time when romance wasn't romance if the heroine wasn't a virgin in her twenties or the hero wasn't a brooding brute in his thirties. And even if the couple did get married, leaving the bedroom door open was unthinkable or the love scenes were full of euphemisms. But still, I loved those stories, despite the really purple prose. You know what I mean. Throbbing manhood, love caves, blah,blah, blah. I looked up an old story on amazon and in the reviews section, the author got slammed because the heroine wasn't a virgin.
Fast forward to today. The market is full of non-virginal more than one partner at a time stories. Some of them are really good. But sometimes, I want a sweet, old-fahioned romance. I sometimes miss the virginal heroine and the brooding brute. Howevever, I in no way miss the purple prose. It always made me want to bust out in hysterical laughter.
What about you? Is there anything you miss about the old romances of the 70's and 80's? What's your "remember when" story?